‘Lisboa is not for sale’: Lisbon, July ’18.

“LISBOA IS NOT FOR SALE” The words are stencilled across the side of an alley wall along the main drag … More

Venetian masks: Venice & Bologna, July ’18

His name is Victor. He is sitting by the step and I amble nearby waiting for my friends to come … More

They are a parasite, he says. They find a host tree that they like, grow around it and suck up all … More

It’s the dogs that keep me awake. Otherwise, I can stand the heat, and the rumblings of traffic that pass … More

The following reflection was written whilst sitting on the tarmac outside Flinders St station, Melbourne, with protestors from the Artists … More

[Suggested listening while reading this piece: A Winged Victory for the Sullen, start at 39 mins 1 second] Iterative processes … More

Fairy lights on Bombay nights. Darkness lit to hide that which lurks in the inbetweens, beneath the seams, Where black … More

I cracked my iPhone-screen. Shattered it like it never mattered. The sound resounding through my head saying ‘I told you so’. … More

I have had a realization recently. Perhaps not so groundbreaking to the general public, but somewhat earth-shattering to the child … More

Why does grass grow? Because it is alive.