This is performative existence, and we’re all watching
The distressing powerlessness of Bianca Censori.
The distressing powerlessness of Bianca Censori.
This little supermarket doesn’t have a fancy cheese section or a bottle shop attached, but it has everything I need – a worker whose infectious joy exalts.
This story of the bra that changed lives made me cry.
Over 1,000 wattle species festoon our bushland, highways and gardens, and my heart always sings at the sight of that wintery gorgeousness.
I’m guessing that at no other time in the span of human sexuality has such a shocking act featured so heavily in the bedroom.
I choose my café carefully for its newsprint, of all persuasions and parishes, because I like to know what the other side thinks.
This weekend, the older boys are back for the second one’s birthday and the creaky old house seems to expand with their presence. ‘Cuppa, mum?’
We all need an awakening now and then to the power greater and more mysterious than us, which is this wondrous planet.
They crashed into my world in my mid-thirties during a period of intense work stress. The agony can be so intense that I think death would be preferable, think death would be a relief.
The owners seem so unthinking about their impact on others. This feels like the supremacy of self-interest, a pointer to civilisation’s end point. The meaning: each to their own.
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