A river mirrors the sky and a strip of life sits in between the middle of the blues I was reminded that my internal world…
“You are not drunk!” It’s two in the morning and I’m shouting at a mountain – I’m definitely drunk. A weekend trip that replaced Tokyo’s…
I’m standing in a carriage on the Tokyo subway, scrolling through my newsfeed. A familiar place pops up, Mallacoota. When I was there a few…
Things seem a little different these days. It’s as if we are slowly but surely moving along a scale of continuity, where we’ve moved on…
“Be more excited, Laura. You’re going home. Tears were running down my face as I sat in Denpasar airport. My brain was scattered; salty wet…
I’m sitting in a café watching the world carry on around me, wondering how exactly I got myself into this rut. I’ve blamed it on…
