"The one thing my mum said to me was to put something out there that is you, that is original. So, I started writing... if I want to do my own thing or need help with my writing, I try to do something that is original to people. Whatever is obsessively in my mind, I write about it."
"What I do know is that writing brings me peace and sharing my writing with others gives me joy. I hope it gives people who read it something too. Writing is my way of processing the world, but it also feels essential to my way of being in the world, like there is no other way for me to be here and fully alive. So, I guess I’ll keep writing till I get chucked off the boat someday."
Centre for Stories is excited to announce, Portside Review, a new journal from and for the Indian Ocean.
Our humble little 'Journal' wrapped up last week, and so we'd like to say goodbye.
'Covid matters, but it does not define us. Covid informed JOURNAL, but it did not define it. Covid is still here, but our city moves on just like us. Like one valence of identity, we are more than the sum of those parts.'
'Every single day, I witnessed a kaleidoscope of emotions bubble up inside of me. And it wasn’t just me. This was happening collectively to many people across the globe.'
'Can I truly call myself a local even though I no longer live here? But neither can I call myself a Perthian. So what am I?'
'It felt like all my badly nursed wounds were laid in the open for the world to see. I felt a certain level of vulnerability and a deep craving for mercy from strangers who seemed to struggle seeing my pain as relevant.'
'I was chewing under my fingernails. Not biting them off, just picking under them with my teeth, and I was wondering if I was going to have a mini breakdown.'
'I sit in guilt and shame for knowing better and not acting, embarrassment that these moments I could have changed weigh so heavily upon me.'
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