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The time I spent poring over their pages, opening up their secret little envelopes and touching the textured bits of ‘dragon skin’ and ‘mummy cloth’ probably adds up to whole days – maybe even weeks – of my life. They were and continue to be...
“I’m having trouble breathing in,” Courtney Barnett sings, her voice ringing a familiar note in the city where her music came of age. It’s a packed Melbourne/naarm pub on a wet Sunday night, where 200 of the musician’s closest friends, family...
As an employed and responsible mentally ill person, I regularly seek out ways to “smooth my brain” after work. For those who are not terminally online, having a smooth brain means that you are incapable of absorbing bad or stressful...
I first visited the Butterfly House at Melbourne Zoo in 1988 with my nana and my mum. Mum said that I said, “I want to work here when I grow up.” I was seven at the time. I got this butterfly toy – a bit of wire and a butterfly made of...
