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The Floating Rock: Nihilism or a Rejection of Expectations?
We’re all here on a rock floating in space, so what’s the point? It is an idea and sentiment that I’m sure everyone in our generation is familiar with, and has probably even expressed at some point. Read more
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What We See
February wafts in the air: fresh linen, mangoes, and grilled cheese, punctuating conversations between cicada and kookaburra, jokers of suburban summer. Read more
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Butter Beans, Best Friends, and Big Noses
A funhouse mirror distorts your perception until you can no longer distinguish fact from fiction. Adulthood is realising that this perverted reflection had been the truth all along. Read more
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Vicarious Trauma: The Unintended Consequence of Doing Feminist Research
When I started studying women within the context of international politics, it never occurred to me that I may become affected by vicarious trauma. Read more
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Of Rusted Bikes and the Dildo Under the Bed
I have suffered from depression from such a young age that it feels more like a character trait than a mental illness. The depression runs deep in me; I feel it in my chest and in my hands before I feel the mental effects. It’s monotonous, annoying, frustrating, and tiresome. Read more
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Here’s Why We Shouldn’t Give Up on True Crime: Hope in Intersectionality Moving Forward
We, as a society, have an uncanny—but completely explainable, and even natural—obsession with stories of horror and violence. Read more
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At/Of the Institution: What the Churchill Saga Represents
One of the best things I was told during my term as BIPOC Department Officer, was by activist and scholar Melz Uwusu: we can be at an institution, and yet not be of the institution. Read more
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Waking Nightmares: A Feminist Critique of the Revenge Sleep Phenomenon
You don’t belong to yourself. Not really. Let’s say you’re awake for 17 hours, you probably belong to yourself for about 12 per cent of the day. Two hours. So, who do you belong to for the other 15? Read more
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Exploring the Chasm Made by the Intimate Stranger
I learnt that the threshold of adulthood is arbitrary. Time has a funny way of moving on, and on, and on—then one day you’re old and you don’t look like how you used to look. There’s no one point where the enlightenment finally hits you. Read more
Print Issue #7 “Memento Mori” (2021)
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