How fulfilling a promise to my 20-year-old self led to a journey into the heart of darkness.
A wander through India’s Magnetic Fields Festival, an electronic music mecca in the Rajasthan desert.
This extract from a novella project, which I’d pitch as The Slap meets Trainspotting set in regional Queensland, is set at an iconic Brisbane warehouse rave.
“Modi’s about to address the nation,” said my Managing Editor, motioning to the monitor above me, or perhaps one of the many others splashing Breaking News banners across our newsroom. “He never does this. It must be pretty big.”
The mythical ashram at the heart of ‘The White Album’ is still there in Rishikesh, if you can find it.
I went to Galle dreaming of iconic Dutch forts and a famous Aussie victory. Unfortunately, things deteriorated quickly from there.
1. If you ask people in Chennai to generate paperwork confirming you work in Delhi, don’t be surprised if they send it to Hyderabad.
“Assorted refuse drifts by. A styrofoam block. A lightbulb. A hog-tied goat carcass. “
A fun little listicle I put together for AWOL, including the locale of the outback Australian pub where David Bowie shot his iconic Let’s Dance music video.