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The Ocean is Punk
Terrestrials are officially uncool. It’s a shame, because we have something pretty interesting going on up here. Tusked megafauna with phallus-like facial appendages roam mystic and ancient forests, whilst ferocious cats with impossibly glorious hair flourish in the untameable plains of Africa. The land has also given birth to humanity, along with culture, music, spirituality,…
April 8, 2024
Editorial
18,000 Empty Planes
I woke up early this morning to turn my pre-ferment into dough so it could rise and I could bake it. I made the pre-ferment from my sourdough starter last night, which I fed yesterday morning. A pretty detailed process, all in all. Especially considering that I have Covid. I had been putting it off…
January 14, 2022
Editorial
Activism, Wanking and Saving the World
Predicting the impending apocalypse is no longer just a game for those dogmatic Mayans. Random Instagram pages on a quest to expose 5G, the reptilian elite and adrenochrome-addicted pedophiles have also joined the party. And even more surprisingly, modern science has also decided to chime in with its very own version of a doomsday prediction.…
September 7, 2020
Feature
A Crisis on the Glacier
I arrived in Stockholm, Sweden, in the midst of an unprecedented Europe-wide heatwave, the first overt sign of the climate crisis I noticed. My arsenal of heavy duty Kathmandu gear would sadly go unworn. It was a Friday morning and I made my way to the Riksdag, Sweden’s Parliament, where I knew Greta Thunberg would…
September 26, 2019
Feature
I Have Eco-Anxiety and You Should Too
In Sydney suburbia, a friend and I stroll past a public rubbish bin. The three holes are clearly labelled for the thrower’s convenience: paper, recyclables and general waste. As she looms closer, my heartbeat starts to quicken. She throws a coke can in the general waste. I cringe internally. This is now my life. At…
March 5, 2019

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.