“They are here because you were there. There is an umbilical connection.” – Stuart Hall, Black Chronicles. The following is a reluctant journal of my…
Opening scene: Australia A beautiful young woman sits at her office cubicle longingly staring at a photo of the La Sagrada Familia on her computer…
I sit in a rustic wooden house adorned with ornaments from South Asia in the middle of the wilderness in Bulgaria. It is a chilly…
People travel for different reasons. Recreation, junket, mental health. And many trips are shaped by certain frameworks that guide or sustain a certain version of…
I’m camping in Europe at the moment. Pitching my tent at rest stops, in the mountains and inconspicuously behind bushes on private land. I’m camping…
Seven months into a student exchange in Europe, and I’d only seen two Australians. One was guy who had little interest in reminiscing about our…
“Duuuude, the craziest thing happened the other day,” Blue Shirt said in his typically slow and monotoned voice, before proceeding to tell the most un-crazy…
I leaped around the maze-like bus terminal with an eight-kilo pack, held back my screams, swallowed them. With eyes like snipers, the men spotted me…
Is this what the birth of a nation looks like? A rushed ballot in a half-filled parliament? A unilateral declaration of independence without any assurances…
A broad man, well over 6ft, is standing confidently in front of us, his thick gold chain glimmering in the moonlight. His body is blocking…
I trudged up the stairs to my house, listless and exhausted after nine hours in my cubicle. After a half-hearted hello to my father sitting…
Two things are essential for a Berliner night out: electro and sex. Put the two of them together and you have KitKatClub. This inconspicuous party…
