In Mud and Fog
All there was, for miles and miles around was the fog. The thick pearlescent fog, rolling in from parts unknown, billowing down through...
Three Beers In, Twenty-One Old
The firs time I felt old, I was twenty-one years old. It happened at the counter of a bar in Melbourne’s north that’s quickly becoming...
George Herbert Mead: On Play
At the turn of the 20th Century, there was a trend in sociology towards macro-sociology - the analysis of societies and systems on a...
False Idols
Have you ever had someone say something to you and it just stuck? Like a kind of glue, you’d recall it over and over until it becomes a...
Riven: On Isolation
Riven: the Sequel to Myst holds a slot somewhere in my heart and mind for being one of those rare games to be devoid of human life. That...
Cat Eyes
I swear to god I’ll kill them all. It was kind of cute at first, but this is getting ridiculous, unreasonable. I could bear it, grit my...
Questions in Water
The sands rolled and rocked beneath their feet, their cadence of step rising and falling as they crested the dunes, only to fall under...
On Meta-Narrative
Post Modernism has never had one concrete definition, as every academic definition gives an explanation of “a departure from modernism”...
Such Movement...
“This book really moved me” At this juncture, I am awfully sick of hearing the above sentence uttered when describing a quote, passage,...
What I Have To See/Hear/Be
We’ve never had so much good television before us, partly thanks to networks like HBO, AMC and now Netflix. No doubt many of you reading...
