I live on unceded Gadigal land. I write poetry, creative non-fiction and fiction. I post on Substack. I have an interview series called The Artist Currently Known As. I tried to make this page look like classic HTML even though it’s actually Squarespace. Wow, this is what they don’t tell you: there’s not much freedom on Squarespace. Right now I’m listening to Cameron Winter and trying to decide if I should learn how to code. I don’t think so. Is the pink okay? I could say something about the aesthetic concerns of my work, but I never know what those are. (My life the world the Internet and trees.) I am in the middle of a post-structuralist Arts degree at the University of Sydney, majoring in English. Which is to say, I understand nothing. I am looking at a postcard on my desk given to my by my friend Lucy, who bought it at a lesbian bookstore in Paris. Two people are having sex, one is straddling the other, one has speared a sword through both their mouths. It’s by Tristan des Limbes. We have no lesbian bookstores in Sydney. Cameron Winter is saying, god is real, god is actually real. Something to consider. It doesn’t matter what I say I write about, because you can see for yourself. This is just a space for you to see it. Don’t get me started on the cultural implications of twenty-something aspiring artists in Sydney making their own websites. God!