April 2013
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This is a photo that I did not take of all the photos that I have not taken; of nine months worth of going to classes and meeting people and going home and coming back…
This is a photo that I did not take of really, really missing home.
This is a photo that I did not take of being here anyway, because it’s the right thing to do, because even if I miss home, I don’t mind it...
July 2012
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This is a photo that I did not take of waking up in the middle of the night, getting up to use the bathroom, and for the second night in a row finding the cat sitting outside my room, watching my door, like some kind of rogue kitty assassin…
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This is a photo that I did not take of my first days in Perth—of the street that I live on, covered in sickle-shaped flower petals from the trees above, like an especially bright tomato in colour. This is a photo that I did not take of the parrots that live in those trees, green and red and blue and loud.
This is a photo that I did not take of a ‘muster point,’ which just makes...
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This is a photo that I did not take of landing in Sydney at 6am, and zombie-walking through my first day in Australia, and going to bed at 8 o’clock and sleeping for 11 and a half hours.
This is a photo that I did not take of the Sydney Opera House, which is white, as it turns out, not silver or purple or pink like photographers like to show.
This is a photo that I did not take of the...
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This is a photo that I did not take of the hurricane that ransacked my bedroom, leaving only chaos and taking all of my favourite things: headphones and notebooks and clothes; cameras, stuffed animals, jewelry — all packed away into neat (if huge) bags, like the hurricane has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
This is a photo that I did not take of my own panicked face as I realized this...
