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french doubt
october, whoa Picture me in a purple paisley silk shirt, standing on a corner in Montmartre with a camera around my neck, a sketchbook...
loneliness studio
may, finally. I don't have as much to say because I've been talking to people on the phone more often. I don’t often feel like I have...
rice & beans
april, 2023, still. I’m too nervous to be any good at travelling solo. I don't want to be a tourist anyway. I tell myself these things...
home, inevitably.
april, 2023 Nothing is ever written at once. On leaving Melbourne for Newcastle, then Sydney for Berlin, then finally out on my Berlin...
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