The photographer had contrived to park the orange Škoda in front of a brown lake with a perfect medieval village in the distance. At the time the photograph was taken, the car was only a week out of the factory...  [more]  

The Things that No Longer Mattered were numerous and it took most people a few weeks to realise the extent of these losses. There were no more movies, no more reading, no more books. There were no more newspapers or magazines, no more neon...  [more]  

Two hands hold a wooden pole at an angle, an oar steering the air, above it a Koori flag ripples like a small stream curling around a rock.
The microphone feeds back, a sine wave held for ten seconds...  [more]  

When I was a kid I loved it when, perhaps because someone was moving rooms or for some other reason, a nice big mirror was lying around the house, propped up against a wall or a doorway, unattached to a wall or a chest of drawers...  [more]  

There’s this song by New Estate that I love. I found it on the web one night while spidering around nostalgically, searching for names of bands from my past. The singing is the opposite of Australian Idol — desperate, out of tune, full of emotion...  [more]  

A ring tone explodes like a heliotrope, one of those flowers you would have taught me the name of as we walked down a suburban street, and I would have forgotten a minute later...  [more]