Words by James WF Roberts Photography by Navarre Fenwick
Let’s get it out of the way now, the meaning of life sadly is not 42. Well, it very well might be, but how do we prescribe any sort of meaning in what can seem like a meaningless existence?
Words by ANONYMOUS
I learnt to switch off whenever I was caned, because the pain was only temporary, and little by little, I started to resent my mother.
A little under a year ago, I was diagnosed with coeliac disease. This devastating announcement seemed like the end of the world to me – a die-hard fan of pizza, pasta, pastry, cake, biscuits, scones…you get the idea.
With 50 degree days apparently coming up this summer in Victoria, it’s safe to say cool places are going to be flocked.
Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, just, not here?