Why I Keep A Matchbook From A Bar That ClosedI keep a matchbook in the back of my desk drawer, tucked beneath old receipts and a theatre ticket I have never thrown away. The cover is soft with age, the…The shirt I slept in for a week after the breakupThe morning he left, I didn't change out of his shirt. It was a faded blue button-down that smelled like coconut shampoo and something warmer underneath. I…The Tie I Stole from a Man I Never ToldSome objects arrive in our lives with a story already attached. A chipped mug remembers a share house, a red dress carries the pulse of a first date, and a…When a broken zipper becomes your turning pointThe morning I stood in a fitting room at Westfield Sydney, dress half-on, zipper jammed halfway, I felt the whole day collapse. Twenty minutes until a brunch…What a grocery list from a shared apartment says about loveMove into a place with someone and the kitchen becomes a shared brain. The fridge magnets multiply, the Tupperware migrates, and somewhere between the chopping…The Sunglasses I Broke the Summer I Stopped PretendingThe sunglasses were cheap, black, and slightly too large for my face. I bought them from a rack near the register because the afternoon had turned brutally…How to describe a hand that let goThere's a particular cruelty in the way a hand lets go. Not the dramatic shove or the theatrical flinging, but the slow uncurling of fingers, the softening of…When the Storm Outside Feels Safer Than the One InsideThere is a particular kind of weather that lives in the bones of an Australian childhood. It is not the brilliant sun that bakes the footpaths of Surry Hills…The necklace I unclasped the moment I chose myselfThere is a particular sound a clasp makes when it finally gives, that small metallic exhale. It happened on a Tuesday in my share house in Fitzroy, blinds…A forgotten password is a metaphor waiting to be writtenLast Tuesday, while sitting in a sun-stripped café on Gertrude Street in Fitzroy, I tried to log into an old writing account and drew a complete blank. The…