Written in a cafe in Murcia, Spain. The sun is shining through clouds. There are citrus trees growing strong among the cold, urban sprawl. A return to Europe and to my second home could not come soon enough. A return to some sort of normality was very much needed after a year of moving slowly, […]Read more "A Bright Orange Glow – Returning to Murcia"
You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it’s going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or […]Read more "On Less"
Memory is one of the strangest functions of our brains. In fact, it seems like it doesn’t even come from us at all. We never think about it in terms of lobes, grey matter and electrical signals, instead, we experience memory as random floods, pouring rain and dazzling explosions from some out there. We all […]Read more "Echoes"
It’s a day and a bit before 2016 comes to a close, a year many have mistakenly called “the worst EVER OMG” (I think it could actually have been one of the years in which this happened, or maybe this). Surprisingly, this will also be the second New Year’s that this blog has been alive to see! […]Read more "Another Dangerous Retrospective – 2016 and the Day After That"
Walls was written as part of a Creative Writing assignment at my home university. The theme was on “Boundary Riding”, as in, moving between fiction and documentary, commentary and creation. Walls is my (slightly fictionalised) account of my brief time in Berlin, a time where I cam to grips with the walls that define, […]Read more "Kein Ost, Kein West, Nur Uns (Or: Walls)"
I’ve decided on a few goals for 2017. One: get published in Voiceworks or other Aussie Lit. Journal. Two: Don’t start another Goodreads reading challenge. Two and a half: Finish reading Infinite Jest. Three: Try not to believe in the meaning of numbers. I’m going atheist on the whole number subject. In 2015 I set […]Read more "Advice from the Good Doctor Garden"
Down with the big city. Bright lights don’t draw me in. I’m not a moth. I’m not a fly. Zap me with sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, not Gucci or Prada or Culture Kings. Well, actually, bright lights are pretty nice now and then. But after a while, the bug-zapping effect becomes too much. Before my […]Read more "Bonica and the Electric Holy Road Trip – Part 3"