Reading my coffee-stained copy of Mary Oliver, I grapple with feelings of impermanence and my desire to experience the world without being a part of it.

a girl cycles to the markets on a windy day and is inspired by mushy stonefruit

an introduction to Raylene, who is also called Ray, and who is a deeply contradictory woman.

The Perth wind throws my thoughts into a tizzy and I mull over my recurring desire to throw my brain in the wash.

After completing my remote work in the East Kimberley, I find myself in a bustling city with no job and few prospects. I reflect on underlying feelings of displacement, as well as my faith in a good cappuccino to cure existential dread.