Gentle bubbling of broth boiling. Dull thuds of a knife hitting wood. Soft ringing as a ladle scrapes the edges…
Author: Niamh Elliott-Brennan
the soft hum of waves echo,
washing over my skin, eyes, mind,
as I slip slowly into the depths of dreaming.
sometimes I am a melting icicle
or glacier; tiny slips drip dripping away,
cascading down cold-blooded cheeks.
YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME is an engrossing, nauseatingly intentional masterpiece of Australian horror that eschews the paranormal in favour of earthly terrors; a film so efficient in its purpose that I would gladly never watch it again.
At 1:30pm on Sunday 25 February, the Palestinian Action Group (PAG) held their twentieth consecutive protest at Hyde Park, demanding…
There is a peculiar loneliness that springs from a lack of experience, from vicarious living through screens and dreams.
