My seventh semester at the University of Wollongong - an institution for young adults with anger management triggered by crap parking - started on Sunday. I arrived on campus and pulled into an almost-empty car park. I'm the first to admit I'm not the greatest at parking, and when I ended up just over the … Continue reading A Stranger’s Welcome Back to UOW
Never mistake silence for weakness. Remember that sometimes the air stills, before the onset of a hurricane - Nikita Gill, Her Silence I tried to write this post on a Friday night. I leaned back in my bed, opened up a blank page on my laptop and stared at the cursor, blinking at me tauntingly; I … Continue reading The Blinking Cursor
I January 27th 2016 He's pulled me to front counter at the end of my shift. Out of earshot of everyone else. They're cleaning up. They don't need instruction, they've been doing it the same way, in the same order, for years. Like greasy teenage robots. Lots of things are beeping, but that's normal. I … Continue reading Say “Yes” to Me.
"What happens when the story involves suicide, murder, crime, war, death, incest or rape? What if these were part of our family stories? And as writers, what do we ‘do’ with these difficult memories?" (Guntarik et. al 2015)
"If you don't ever reflect, you just stay an idiot".
"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep" These two lines were extracted from a favourite poem of mine, The Breeze at Dawn, written by Mewlana Rumi. They've been speaking to me as I have drafted this post over the past several days. I read an incredibly moving blog … Continue reading The Antagonist was a Good Man
Depending on what one desires and what they have experienced, their definition of value and any ideals attributed to it will be diverse. Of particular interest to me is the conflict between the deserved value of something and the numerical amount assigned to it, as defined by Oxford Dictionary.