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Next time I see you, remind me not to talk to you.

Boat alone. The Tasman National Park, Tasmania. October 2013. We Have Always Lived in the Castle , Shirley Jackson: This is a dark little book that – like a lot of Shirley Jackson’s work – explores the idea of persecution of people who are ‘different’. It is a tricky read full of strangeness and goings on where the moral lines are not clear and the narrator clearly unreliable and quite a bit unstable. Despite a multiplying sense of unease and malevolence, the book also explores concepts of love and devotion. Immensely macabre elements are treated as unremarkable; the sense of agoraphobia is virtually unrelenting. Yet the language is deceptively simple, and the almost dreamlike ‘otherness’ both real and imagined. Together, social class and actions in the past divide the family at the centre of the book and the narrow-minded townsfolk, but just how strange and different the sisters are is beyond them. Of course, we the reader have an insight that they do not, and the type of horro...

Silence is argument carried out by other means.

Clouds. Marion Bay, Tasmania's South East Coast. March 2013. Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Three B 63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done? Just letting go... 64. Have you gone to WTIT's Facebook page and hit "like" yet? If not, why not? (No pressure.) I don't know what 'WTIT' is. 65. What holiday should exist but doesn't? An individually nominated day of self-actualisation. 66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does? Any day that glorifies war and killing. 67. What's the best joke you ever heard? I like any joke that can be a good gauge of someone's sense of humour. For example: Q: What's the difference between Neil Armstrong and Michael Jackson? [Allow some time for them to formulate an answer, most likely centering around walking on the Moon or some such.] Answer: Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon and Michael Jackson liked to fuck small boys in the mouth. No, by no means is this the b...

The history of liberty has largely been the history of the observance of procedural safeguards.

Somewhere out there Antarctica awaits... Clifton Beach, October 2011. Do you remember that song Safety Dance by Canadian synth combo Men Without Hats? I hate that song. Really. I really hate that song. They should have done a song about an ocean or a beach. Only it should be nothing like fellow Canadians Martha and the Muffins' aural atrocity Echo Beach , because I really hate that song too. Come to think of it, there's a lot of Canadian music I don't like...

You don't change the course of history by turning the faces of portraits to the wall.

It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s very, very big. Calverts Beach looking south to Antarctica. February 2011. When I look out over this kind of vista, I tend to reflect on the sheer magnitude of the ocean; the vast and varied life that can be found within; the size and power of all that shifting water; our very fundamental insignificance in contrast to the enormity of the depths. Or I think about boobs. One of the two.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

I asked Henry what was out there. His reply? The World!