Cozmoz arrived with his usual perky walk, wearing flip flops that belonged to two different pairs and red plastic shades lifted over his head. He…
Nothing symbolises Western society – particularly, its notion of time as a commodity for sale – better than the taxi driver’s meter. As a child,…
I’m going to be a boxer. I walk to town and ask my tailor to make me a baby blue bathrobe with a hood. This…
Ten years ago, I lived on an island off the coast of Honduras. It was summer when I was there. It was summer almost all…
The idea of getting stuck in another country terrifies me. Not so much the being overseas bit, but because it brings up memories of me…
I washed my hands 10 times, then 10 times more. It felt like the blood wouldn’t come off. WHAT THE FUCK? screamed my mind on repeat….
What’s the most quintessential injury an Aussie can get in Bali? A scooter accident. Okay, what’s the second most? Animal Bite. What’s the third—actually, forget…
Nothing ever changes where I’m from. It’s small-town forgotten suburbia where fuck all happens and everything stays the same. No one knows where they’re going…
When people say drugs are a gateway, their minds often jump straight to visions of calamity and misfortune. More often than not, drugs provide a…
In Tokyo, rush hour extends to 8pm. Not because of systemic inefficiency, but simply because lots of people work later than 6 o’clock. And I…
After a dance-filled, substance-fuelled, sleepless 24 hours in the dusty town of Meredith, he gave the girl he’d spent the evening with a kiss goodnight….
I’m on the streets of Paris. It’s July 14th, Bastille Day. It has been 230 years since the unsettled French populace murdered a bunch of…
