Journal: Towards utopia – notes on dismantling.

The electronic check-out machine does not want to recognise the small beige barcode on the plastic-wrapped parsley in my hand. … More

Journal: Woke Fever/Apocalypse Dress Rehearsal

It is only fitting that I ended up here, stamping my feet on the uneven stoned streets and chanting poorly … More

The large rectangular mirror that hangs in the pergola reflects the encroaching foliage of the forest. Though I know this … More

“.. a world ordered by walls becomes one inevitably ordered by territories. A perpetual series of inside/outsides, transforming the … More

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

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