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I’m Good at Saying Goodbye
After stacking motorbikes and removing helmets, we shuffled into a dimly lit room and sat on worn couches. We didn’t mind the red wine stains or the ripped carpet. We…
“Tanks are coming into town, and I don’t know what will happen.”
“Hi everyone, we want to let you know that given that Russia entered Ukraine last night, we cannot teach for now, there’s almost no internet…” A* wrote. What the actual…
A Shark Named Buster
I’m sitting alone in a waiting room that I’ve never been in before, nor thought I’d need to. There’s a sliver of light from the outside world peering through the…
White Hippies and Cultural Appropriation
I sit in a rustic wooden house adorned with ornaments from South Asia in the middle of the wilderness in Bulgaria. It is a chilly night but inside, the atmosphere…
Dead Cat: A Brief Treatise on Modern Greco-Turkish Relations
There was a man waiting for me at the airport. He waved his sign – my name misspelled, crossed out, misspelled again – then took my bag and gestured for…
Everyday Heroes
In times of peace, they were strictly enemies. Mr Wilson sat on his porch, sweating in front of an old desk fan, glowering at the boys who sat in the…
I Had a One-Night Stand in an Irish Graveyard
I was splayed between gravestones, with multiple jackets strewn across the grass. Like most men I’ve encountered, Galway Guy was bending my body in ways that it simply does not…
Down the Mullumbimby Rabbit Hole
It was a Friday, around 3pm, when we had our first glass of Kratom. Jai finished his glass first and placed it on the table. “I’m going to the tip,”…
The Death of a Doorman
My previous portero died unexpectedly. One day he was there – a fat and jovial man, bald, glasses, head pushed a little forward giving way to the staircase of rolls…
Leave Your Eggs in the Sand
It was a great day to be chasing sea turtles. My wetsuit was tight around the shoulders, zipper stuck mid-back. Father was already sitting at the edge of the boat…
Heritage, Porn and Islam
“Where are you from?” This is a typical way of breaking the ice among solo travellers. I get asked the question up to 10 times a day. “From Norway.” “From…
How Not to Buy Weed on Tinder: A Tale of Misadventure
It was the eve of my 30th birthday: a painfully gorgeous afternoon in the south-east of lutruwita/Tasmania. A handful of friends and I were basking on the sunlit balcony of…