Category: the apocalypse

  • on walking away

    September means it’s time to sign up to New Matilda‘s subscriber list – a very small monthly payment which will not only pay you back in independent media gold all year long, but also shower you with gifts and make you laugh the self-satisfied laughter of the well-informed citizen. I have been quiet on the…

  • itchy teeth

    time has been slow here, but now it is certain: my days at 57 Department of Internal Affairs Street are numbered. after going through the ups and downs of a solo residency, from crushed-out excitement to awful loneliness, through all the novelties and frustrations of working in a strange environment as a near-mute illiterate, i…

  • aretharre season

    It’s aretharre season, when the northwest wind comes howling down and mucks around in our heads. it just started last week, and the island on which I live is perched at the north end of town. it is rapidly turning into a dustbowl, so I am turning into a refugee and heading south for holidays.…