Season One · Salt

  • On Mapplethorpe

    In 1995 I walked into the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney and stood inside another person’s certainty for an hour. On shock, precision, and the discovery that attention is itself a position in the world.

  • A Door I Didn’t Know Was Open

    A scent stopped me the other day. Sweet, then sharp, and I am already gone. Not a photograph, not a story I’ve told before. A room I had not thought about in decades, arriving whole and unasked for, and gone again before I could hold it.


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