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By Anonymous (not verified) , 17 June, 2023
Sally Arnett surveyed the esky as her husband put it down in the centre of their living room rug.

“Maybe we should call the police?” she said.

“You think?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

Jack didn’t reply, but instead pulled her to his chest and held her for the first time in months. She felt the quick thud of his heart against her cheek. Then he released her, turned away and went back outside. A moment later Sally heard the echo of his hammering resume. She pushed the esky with her foot. It didn’t budge. She leaned down. Sniffed. The edge of a scent crept through the gaps in the tape. Rot. Decay.

By Anonymous (not verified) , 17 June, 2023
A grainy photograph of a man with a dark hair and a thick moustache matched with formal clothing and a red bowtie.
SPCOLLECTION / Alamy (above), Audrey Lam (below)
Proust’s masterpiece of autofiction, In Search of Lost Time, is a constant literary companion and source of inspiration for Melbourne filmmaker Alena Lodkina.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 17 June, 2023
Greyscale portrait photograph of a woman with her hair tied into a bun, revealing only one eye as she obscures her face with a bookmark.
Karleen Minney © Canberra Times / ACM
Over four decades, Australian artist eX de Medici has put her surreal Baroque artworks in the service of her anti-capitalist politics.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 10 June, 2023
That morning we had pasted virtual missing posters all over the internet. My first thought seeing her was: We should take those down. The whole thing had suddenly become so private. Remy looked up as I squeaked through the gate. We held each other with our eyes, through the hole in the wall. Later, when our baby was asleep, we sat and cried together.