A fever dream missive from the edge. There are the late night roadhouses, their sulphur glow radiating sickly into the pallid fog that sags over the road between midnight and dawn, somehow the only meaningful mile marker out here, the quick glance into the eyes of the attendant the only...
What does it mean to grow rich? Is it to have red-blooded adventures and to make a fortune…? Or is it, rather, to have a good family life and to be imbued with a far-reaching and intimate knowledge of one’s homeland…? Is it to retain a capacity for awe and...
ROBERT BOGUCKI’S TRIP TO THE VOID By Jimmy O’Keefe The rawest parts of Australia will screw with your head. There are even stretches of blacktop that can cause delirium – a mix of brain fog, horizon haze, and a hiccupping odometer that syncs with your heartbeat. One such place –...
FROM ONE LOVER TO ANOTHER AH-AH. Nothing freezes moments like sounds, and these memories are instantly reheated when we return to certain places. You might be the type who’s moved to tears by Radiohead’s ‘OK Computer’, bumping it on the car stereo on lonely nights … Or maybe you’re the...
Ratbag HQ is anywhere outdoors in Australia. We’ve got dirt under our fingernails, and we put playtime first and foremost.
Probably the only story you’ll read about cassowaries today…
