Adventure Time

I gaze at the screen of my phone and see interesting people in interesting places. The beautiful vistas and situations might as well be department store window displays populated with carefully dressed mannequins, staring back at me from the other side of the glass. This is tragic. I am on the dusty sidewalk—the real world—staring into a simulacrum. Continue reading “Adventure Time”

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A Portrait of a Beautiful Rebel

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A review of One Breath by Adam Skolnick.

Social media provides access to a constantly updated news feed. Long gone are the days of channel surfing, we simply use our index finger to scroll through a never ending, glowing ribbon of information, tailored to our specific interests. A side effect of our realtime media culture is the belief that we are fully informed about our interests. One interest dear to me is freediving — the art of underwater diving that relies on the diver’s ability to hold their breath rather than the use of breathing devices. Continue reading “A Portrait of a Beautiful Rebel”

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Fire Meet Gasoline

The author, photographed during his transformation.
The author, photographed during his transformation.

“Flame you came to me … Fire meet gasoline” – Sia, Fire Meet Gasoline

You know the drill. While in your tender, formative years at school, all opportunities to challenge and exceed yourself at sports must be pursued. After school practice, Saturday morning matches and the big one — the yearly Sports Day, where the student population would be carved up into color-coded ‘houses’ and set in opposition to each other. Lord of the Flies without the sharp, pointed sticks. Continue reading “Fire Meet Gasoline”

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The Age of Plastic

Plastic coffee cup lid photographed by the author off Fairy Bower Beach.
Plastic coffee cup lid photographed by the author off Fairy Bower Beach.

“In my mind and in my car, we can’t rewind, we’ve gone too far”
– The Buggles, Video Killed the Radio Star

Beneath the waters of Fairy Bower Beach, my attention is captured by a gently pulsating, white orb. It hovers just above the sandy bottom. The presence of this object elicits a strange sense of disquiet in me. What is it? My curiosity must be appeased and I cautiously swim down towards the circular entity. The refracted light of the noonday sun limns an explanation for me. Continue reading “The Age of Plastic”

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Running On Empty

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“There is some comfort in the emptiness of the sea, no past, no future.”
– Nathan Algren, The Last Samurai

A strange mist envelops my mind and smothers my ability to concentrate. I try to form coherent thoughts but the experience is like trying to eat an overly doughy pancake. Instead, I attempt to focus my attention on the impressive beam of light emanating from my weighty torch, pregnant with eight, heavy ‘D’ size batteries. Continue reading “Running On Empty”

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Freedom Is No Longer Free

One final breath and I follow Calypso down into the waters off Ogygia. Photograph by the author.
One final breath and I follow Calypso down into the waters off Ogygia. Photograph by the author.

“Society cares for the individual only so far as he is profitable.” – Simone de Beauvoir, The Coming of Age

 “Can I take a couple of lead weights with me?” requests the pretty Italian girl who is interning with the dive shop. The girl wants to thread the weights on the belt that would rest on her shapely hips, aiding her in her planned descent beneath the waves. The boat skipper is not swayed by her deep, iridescent eyes and swathe of luscious, shoulder length hair.  Continue reading “Freedom Is No Longer Free”

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The Phantom Tollbooth

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“Thus the allegory of the Self murdered by the not-self is perpetuated through the religious mysticism of all peoples” – Manly P. Hall, The Secret Teachings of All Ages

A tiny desk had been placed in the hallway just outside my classroom. Two equally diminished chairs completed the setting. The furniture was small because I too was small, a shy seven year-old child. It was my second year attending school in the misty hills overlooking the South Australian city of Adelaide. Continue reading “The Phantom Tollbooth”

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