“To realise one's destiny is a person's only real obligation and when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” - Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Most people take steps in life, especially when it comes to moving out. We move across streets, cities and states. We move the infants, the…
“There is a big difference between a good friend and a great one. A good friend would help you escape your issues, but a great friend would give you a shot of whisky, some hiking boots and a kick up the arse. 'Go climb', they’d say.” - Written at 7:46am whilst drinking tea outside in…
Change is not an enemy, nor is it a foe, it is simply a friend in fear - written by me on the back of a pharmacy receipt at 4pm in an undercover carpark, December 2017. I was born with an itch. Not like scabies or shingles or anything (although I did suffer from mild psoriasis when…
Catharsis (n). the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions. This photojournalism essay explores the culture and community of music, and the vital role it plays within modern society and the local arts sector. Over four weeks I committed myself to attending a multitude of live gigs, in which I…
In the little city of Brisbane, two bedrooms have been emptied. The contents of Room 1 currently sit in boxes, bags and wrapped up newspapers. The contents of Room 2 have been sifted in custody to random garage sale buyers and charity shops. The fortunate items that survived the cull have recently been packed into two suitcases. Along with…
The tent is filled with the toxins arising from the inhabitants; people from all different wavelengths of society have gathered in this rhapsodic time to experience the ephemeral yet euphoric feeling that live music has the power to produce. This is no example of anecdoche - where bodies are conversing, but nobody is listening. From the voices on…
If that philosophical “god-like” figure from up above looked down at me this past week, this is what he would have seen; a young woman in a small car on the highway racing parallel to a delicious fairy-floss coloured sky, her heart pounding in sync with the souls she shared her company with, their hearts…
I was your vinyl record and you sat contently watching me go in circles. You spun me till I sung my sad songs and you put me on full volume when I screamed with colour. You forced a music out of me that I didn’t know I could play. You scratched me in ways that…
Many people are afraid of being alone or lonely - there’s a difference here - or perhaps both. Being alone has the connotations of isolation and loss. We are constantly told we need something to feel complete; that surely being alone isn’t a choice. And yet here I am, my body as company, sitting in…
Each day the world significantly changes, or more finely put; a persons world significantly changes. There are couples falling in love, people buying their first homes, young adults learning to drive. And amongst this there are thousands of babies being born. The latter is the one that's giving me a story to tell today, because on the 7th of December in 1997 at 7pm…
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