The year was 1984, and the university was called Queensland Institute of Technology (QIT) before the 1989 name change to QUT.
We’ve all been there; unknowing of how to put your buzzing thoughts out there and, at the same time, feeling completely empty.
I’ve been navigating post uni life for the past few months. Here are a few tips and tricks I’ve learnt along the way.
Boy gossip, an age-old practice of unrestrained idle talk that may or may not be true, is the cornerstone of civilisation. When women and girls get together and share stories about their male counterparts, it’s an absolute miracle of human and societal observation: girl talk.
The ceiling fan whines as it spins, moving back and forth between two speeds. It’s doing its best to break the heat, but with the setting sun sliding in through the open window, it’s an optimistic attempt.
It’s been three years since you last spoke, but when she shows up at your door with wet lines staining her red cheeks, you call in sick to work and climb into her passenger seat.
driftwood builds up on the embankment...
you saw the stardust in me stardust that exists in all of us but you gave name to mine.
Without an after, there is no before. There is no telling what has happened, and what will. There is no telling if something was better. There is no was.
I’m picking at my fingernails when they call my name onstage. They’re always pronouncing it wrong – stee-fuh-nee.