Stuck in Purgatory Paradise

Facebook has a new feature called ‘On This Day’. It’s a feature where Facebook belches up old memories and reminds you what you were doing on this day; 1 year ago, 2 years ago and so on. Well, I’m finding these relentless reminders depressing at Read More …

What’s wrong with escapism?

Most, if not all of us, strive to escape from reality. We do this quite regularly. Sometimes, we feel that reality is too bright, too clear, too crisp. Reality is the bright day that assaults you when you step outside after recovering from a hangover in Read More …

Are We Really Living in the End Times?

I sit, watching the hour of unconscious chaos on my TV that is the evening news. A macabre carousel of tragic scenes from around the globe fill my lounge room. Live crosses to crisp-suited reports standing among chaos consume my evening, delivering stories of terror Read More …

The Danger of Imagination

Brains these days are pretty advanced. I think, maybe too advanced. I’m not sure I’m ready for a frontal lobe yet and neither are you. You see, sometimes in history things go through rapid spurts of advancement. Like the ‘4 minute mile’, once a record Read More …

Good Vibrations: Emerging Artist Makes Portals to the Universe

15 minute read. If you prefer to listen, click play below. 1. Darya sits in the warm grey light of a bright window. The New Jersey sun is diffused as it passes through thin, soft curtains, partially drawn. She looks at the camera, with bright Read More …

Pain is not ‘character building’ it’s a warning system

Nobody likes pain. Well, unless you’re a masochist… Hopefully you’re not? If you are, please band your head against the computer screen for pleasure and stop reading… Pain is interesting in the sense that it’s an incredibly subjective experience. No one else can feel your Read More …

Do you push people to email or text? Are you scared of real-time conversations?

I’ve never liked phones. I get anxious as soon as I feel my iPhone arrogantly vibrate in my pocket demanding attention with no consideration for my surroundings or situation. I feel dread as my sweaty palms grasp it to silence its rudimentary ring as I glance Read More …