Below is an extract from “The Fine Art of Baloney detection” by Carl Sagan. It is somehow both comforting and deeply disturbing. I don’t believe in life after death, but for some reason I […]
At 5:26am on a Saturday morning I am in the backseat of a cab on the way to work. The taxi rattles down Parramatta road, BBC World News on the […]
I have fallen irrevocably and unconditionally in love. I met my nephew for the first time yesterday. Less than 24 hours old. Face still squished up. Arms and legs […]
It’s 2003. Berlin. Linda leaves her boyfriend. He is shattered. He sits in his apartment, his head in his hands. She has taken her record player and her coffee table. […]
A collection of events witnessed from my bedroom windows. Age 8 A flash of my brother Darren sprinting past, glancing over his shoulder. He is followed moments later by a flash […]
Sydney is covered in Grime. Has anyone else noticed?
It is Jono’s fifth birthday. I am six and Darren is about to turn eight. Jono opens a present. “It’s a tool box!” Just what he asked for. The […]