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'You're not worthy of a uniform. You're but an amoebae.' Words stuck in my mind forever. Day 1 of compulsory military service. I'd just come back from Thailand. I was tanned. And in shock. I was standing in a corridor, looking like

I love Spotify. I use it every day and find it hard to imagine a time living without it. I can't wait to see how it evolves and I even like some of the AI generated playlists, they are mostly pretty spot on (although I could do without

'Have you seen the insane AI videos, so easy to do and they look amazing! It's crazy', my mate said. And, yes, I had seen them. My x/twitter feed was packed with them. I watched a computer generated ant travel through a maze of tunnels

Some songs are made different. This is one of those.

In a rushed existence where you're bombarded by stimulation and information, the stillness of a flat, sandy desert is almost confronting in its nothingness.

I remember my first fitness watch. It was a revelation. I love to hike, and whilst part of that experience was the uncertainty around what’s next, suddenly knowing how far I’d walked enabled me to relax more. An hour ahead of time? Pack down, have a snooze in

Songs have a special ability. They allow you to time travel. Details, feelings, smells. A few notes, and your mind is back in a time and space long since past.  And some songs seem to follow you throughout life. Like a protective guardian, there when you need them. Through the

This is a tale about a tent, a gang of wombats & a possum ring leader...

Solitude is sometimes bliss. No mobile reception. No people. No cars. Everything you need packed neatly (well, that's what I strive for anyway)) in a pack on my back. I want for nothing. This is my happy place.