The Australian National University's intersectional feminist magazine.
I remember the first place I moved out to. It was still, serene, as all plodding outskirts of farm properties are. I thought it was apt that I resided next to a cemetery. It was the attractive part, curated with manicured grass and linear rows of granite headstones. At day, you were meant to grieve; at night, you were meant to avoid it.
The After will be greater, so believes the Sea Wolf. The After is imminent. The After will reunite her with gentle Setia, Setia who was taken from her, Setia Setia Setia. Gentle Setia is a song she knows by heart and carries with her always, an ancient call that echoes from ear to ear in the darkest moments of the wicked night before it lays down its arms and surrenders to the dawn.
Love of the macabre hasn’t always been isolated to your local goth population.