I wonder whether she’s praying, or meditating, and whether she’s prone to impatience, but the 01:01 train arrives before I work it out. It takes four minutes to depart; four minutes to expose the translucent creature perched in her place.

Art, LiteratureClaudia BlaneDecember 8, 2023art, culture, trains, fiction, memory

Dependency

I am forced to remember it back again. The Sellotape-tear of flesh.

LiteratureAlexa Hansen WeeksNovember 27, 2023memory, sydney, reflection, mother, daughter, relationships

Haunting in reverse

Coming off antidepressants has been comparable to ‘coming off’ Mum, which I have been doing concurrently.

LiteratureCharlie KennedyNovember 27, 2023memory, sydney, reflection, mother, daughter, relationships

Fitzroy

I was caught like a fishhook / in the soft dab of my lower lip.

LiteratureZoe HercusNovember 27, 2023memory, poetry, sydney, reflection, persona

When you appeared in my dreams, I thought I saw you in the field.

An ode to past relationships and the ghostly apparitions of memories that are ever present as time goes on.

ArtBonnie HuangSeptember 18, 2023identity, photography, art, memory, desires, transient, liminal

Unremembering

To me, art is no longer about memories, but narratives.

CultureArnav GuptaApril 19, 2023photography, painting, memory, narratives, nightlife