[the isolated mind: a myth]

*He turns twenty in three hours and seventeen minutes ( Read more... )

[my body tells a story]

*Her Christmas wish-list, neatly spelled out following weeks of weighing up her options and carefully looking through all the department store catalogues stuffed to bursting in the letterbox, is clenched tight in her fist as she queues nervously for her chance to sit on Santa’s knee. She’s wearing her very best dress and ( Read more... )

[always falling short of help]

*She dumps a fistful of ice cubes into the not-quite-as-shallow-as-she’d-intended vodka already poured into her crystal cut tumbler, briefly contemplates the orange juice in the refrigerator door before shaking the idea off and using her heel to push it closed. The iridescent green of the microwave clock announces ( Read more... )

[the art of…]

*It starts as a feeling ( Read more... )

[and from the sky, she speaks to me]

*The fiery heat of the day is slowly giving way to cooler breezes and elongated shadows as we push our way towards the front of the slow building crowd. Cloud Control are finishing up their set on the adjacent stage and from where we now stand we can hear the pulsing mosh pit screaming along in time with the ( Read more... )

[an intersection]

*She kicked a box out of her way and scowled, glad that for at least a few seconds she didn’t have to worry about anyone else seeing her. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her weekend, and she couldn’t help the surge of annoyance she felt toward him for putting her in this situation ( Read more... )

[they all fall down]

*The first time they meet he is little more than a smudge of man and book and curled cigarette smoke and she is three years married ( Read more... )

[made of make believe]

*

“Everything’s fine,” they tell her.

Somebody repeats it then, with emphasis and a condescending shoulder pat, “I promise you, everything’s fineShe’ll discover later it was not the first lie they’d told her ( Read more... )

[feels like flying]Over budget and overdue, the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) on the banks of the River Derwent in Hobart, Tasmania, certainly had the northern suburbs locals talking well before its doors finally opened in January, 2011. Resolutely carved into the ancient sandstone cliffs of the Berridale Peninsula, it is a mostly underground ( Read more... )

[this is the end of the story]

*It comes apart slowly at first ( Read more... )