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Reflections from an Ecofeminist
You wake to your alarm ringing and open your eyes. The bright light on your iPhone tells you it’s 6.30am, and time to get moving. You tell Siri to turn your light on and read out your day’s itinerary. The streets are already busy on your drive to your local gym, where you spend the…
January 26, 2023
Editorial
On Regret
Regret is a funny thing. As I edge closer to my mid-twenties, I notice the term ‘regret’ being thrown around a lot. I overhear conversations that include pointed statements like “he’ll regret doing that” and “she’ll regret leaving him”, and when I tell people about my own dreams to turn my life upside down and…
September 23, 2022
Editorial
18,000 Empty Planes
I woke up early this morning to turn my pre-ferment into dough so it could rise and I could bake it. I made the pre-ferment from my sourdough starter last night, which I fed yesterday morning. A pretty detailed process, all in all. Especially considering that I have Covid. I had been putting it off…
January 14, 2022
Editorial
Routine Stifled My Creativity
At 5:30am every weekday, my alarm goes off. I get up, stretch the stiffness out of my back, get dressed in my work clothes, put the kettle on, go to the toilet, make some tea, eat some muesli, scroll a handful of news feeds (never really paying attention to any of them), pack my lunch,…
August 30, 2021
Editorial
Finding Solace in Solitude at Eighteen
After hours cruising along the lone highway with nothing but my own thoughts, the bustling city centres that loom beyond exit signs seem ironically uninviting. Daunting, even. It was a shivering autumn's day when I tentatively told my friends at lunch that I wanted to buy a van. In between classes, those 40 minutes gave…
March 17, 2021

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.