Killing Time & Neurons: A disociative sojourn into the hip

It was the sixth opening we had been to that night. I was cold, wet, and pining for a cigarette. As I stood in the corner of the gallery, I licked the inside of my mouth in an effort to remember the comforting taste of burnt throat I was accustomed to. I’d recently quit smoking but was not above buying an entire pack for a stranger so I could bum one off of them without the thick feeling of guilt weighing on my chest. The gallery was launching a new... Read The Rest →


The Germans have one word that no one else does, it sums up that wicked moment of glee you feel when a fellow human experiences misfortune. In Australia we use two words “suck shit”. Pronounced “Suuuuuck Shit!” Today my word is a little more specific in nature, but still follows the Germans in intent. Shuttinfreude Taking joy in watching a person sprinting desperately to catch the train only to have their spirit, if not their head, crushed by the closing doors.   You have to admit, it’s a particularly wonderful... Read The Rest →

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