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last night of easter break
head cradled in my hands, dry from the soft autumnal chill now just settling in, and the wind beating rain against my window as i burn slowly through the waxen hours of night. lids are heavy. can hear only the faint murmur of my computer and only feel the hard seat of my chair, its unyeilding white smoothness a triumph of form over functionality, ( Read more... ) -
I return when april breaks.
1. I thought first year of university was going to be like season one of Felicity. I was walking down Broadway after a particularly exhausting Contracts seminar when I realised this. One of the straps of my tote bag was broken, I was hurrying home so I could flick on the lamp switch and start in on my law assignment and my shoes needed to be re- ( Read more... ) -
when october ends
Quiet day: curled up against the wall in cotton pjs with cherry print listening to Antony and the Johnsons and the River Waltz. My mother on the phone to my grandmother in the other room; I can hear her talk about me in a smooth stream of Shanghainese. It stops raining for a moment this afternoon and I crank open the window for a sliver of fresh ( Read more... ) -
her long hair, it strangled
Reading The Human Stain, I find myself both identifying with, and disliking heavily, Delphine Roux. Not because she is me, nor I her, rather because her character is not singular and particular, but amassed from a familiar type. Her flaws, characteristics, impulses, struggles, are all hewn in the image I know so well: the intellectual female. And ( Read more... ) -
friday routines and books.
Every Friday this semester I have a midday tutorial for world politics on the Camperdown campus and a legal research seminar later in the afternoon at the Law School on Phillip St. Usually I catch a bus into the city, get off before King St and wonder around David Jones Food Hall for the hour. At lunch hour, it's all hustle and bustle and I'll buy ( Read more... ) -
old husks discarded, on old tides carried out.
Some time last week during my recuperation from a cold I took the time to log into into viennawaltzing so I could read the old entires I had locked away last April. In suspension was the cyclic wheel of work, study, reading, music, errands - and coughing a little, a little blue - I pried open one great marbly eyelid of time to vanish within. And maybe it's ( Read more... ) -
upon a feast...
When I began this entry, the sun was barely skimming the skyline, and long branches in the distance were illusively gaunt and withered, wearing the glamour of a day that was almost cold and sterile enough to be Winter. But persuaded by the normative should, I read R v Ireland and Symes v Mahon instead. Now the night is truly plunged in darkness ( Read more... ) -
of cabbages and kings
For New year's Eve my parents are planning on going back to the Wenty house during the day. When they come back they'll have my piano books with them - books I haven't touched since May when I broke down in my piano teacher's studio and she berated me, her voice shrilly climbing octaves like a chromatic scale. It was my last lesson and concluded ( Read more... ) -
grey days and veins
These days in the morning I'm out of bed before 6am which is when the construction site first begins to cough, rattling its nuts and bolts, and wake. I can hear it across the street as I make my way down the corridor toward the kitchen, knocking against itself, two buildings like two wintered knees against the blanched sky. I'll make coffee and ( Read more... ) -
vigil.
thursday
My heart is dangling from my teeth. I can't breathe anymore. In this strange new apartment, with my life boxed up still, I stare outside the window at the street lit with dim lights. I have Pink Floyd, espresso and Anne Carson's poetry to tide me through the night until 6am comes.
friday and saturday
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