But the Earth's constant state of flux made my small heart ache.
The World: A Parody Unto Itself
“So you want to watch the world burn?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then leak those files today.”
But the Earth's constant state of flux made my small heart ache.
Here are my simple secrets for marvellous behaviour.
Last week, I left the Andy Warhol | Ai Weiwei dual exhibition at the NGV feeling disenchanted by Ai Weiwei’s inconsistency when it comes to his activism in support of refugees. However, I’m loath to admit that part of me is happy …
Weiwei has consistently put himself at financial and physical risk in the name of justice. Why would he stop now?
Football season’s over. My new blue pen scratches on to the first line of the first page of my new notebook. Why is that line so familiar? The opening sentence of Hunter S Thompson’s suicide note, of course. I scribble over it, …
I often hear people say that other’s people’s dreams are boring. This is something I’ve never been able to get my head around. Call me a frustrated psychoanalyst, but I find it fascinating what other people dream about. It tells you …
A few good years of borderline poverty and frequent workplace molestation by Italian-Australian restaurateurs with gangland associations have left me fawning like an kicked dog.
Three days ago, I had a revelation. Like most revelations, it didn’t occur at the most convenient of times. It was at a level crossing, one of the 60 most dangerous in Australia, according to the sign on the adjoining …
“So you want to watch the world burn?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then leak those files today.”