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Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong>.<br />

Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> acknowledges the traditional custodians of the land, the people<br />

of the Kulin Nations. We pay our respects to their Elders past, present and<br />

emerging. Sovereignty has never been ceded.<br />

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and now it is time to relax and celebrate all your hard work. Here at Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong>, we once<br />

again thank everyone for their overwhelming response to edition 2. We never anticipated<br />

such enthusiasm over our collaboration with the MSA Environment and Social Justice<br />

Department and we are forever grateful for your support!<br />

In light of the time of rest and rejuvenation, we have given our writers and visual contributors<br />

free rein over what they submit. There was no theme to this edition as we thought<br />

it would be good to see what you could come up with full creative freedom! The pieces<br />

submitted to this edition are wonderful in their own unique way and we thank all of our<br />

contributors.<br />

At the end of this edition, you will find a section dedicated to reports from your MSA<br />

Departments and Divisions. As we work together to create change and new opportunities<br />

for the students, we thought we would ask them to tell you all that they have done.<br />

Alongside this, giving a little blurb about themselves and what is to come next from their<br />

team. The work they have put in over the first semester has been incredible to watch and<br />

we can’t wait to see what they do next!<br />

We hope you enjoy reading <strong>Edition</strong> 3, <strong>2022</strong> just as much as we have enjoyed edition,<br />

designing, and compiling it. We look forward to seeing you all very soon.<br />

That’s all from the Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> team for this edition, and we hope to see you next time!<br />

- Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> Team <strong>2022</strong><br />


Co-Managing Editors<br />

Content Editors<br />

Olivia Tait, Dimitri Tsivelekis, Kathy Lee, Ben Chaney, Sohani Goonetillake, Desna Ramjee<br />

Visual Editors<br />


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Art by Kathy Lee<br />


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Art by Luca<br />


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Contents.<br />

Creative<br />

6 My Everything<br />

8 A Splendid Day<br />

10 Puck<br />

14 An Ode to the Peach Tree in<br />

My Neighbour’s Backyard<br />

16 Waiting in Line<br />

18 i never saw you as a boy<br />

21 After You Survive<br />

22 We Live at Number<br />

Twenty-Two<br />

Analysis<br />

25 Under the Fake Tan:<br />

An Exposé<br />

Culture<br />

29 time beyond clocks, words<br />

beyond the city<br />

MSA Reports<br />

33 MSA Reports Introduction<br />

34 MSA Departments<br />

47 MSA Divisions<br />

Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> is the student magazine of the Monash Student Association (MSA). The views expressed herein are not necessarily the views of the MSA, the<br />

printers or the editors. All writing and artwork remains the property of the creators. This collection is © Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> and Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> reserves the right to<br />

republish material in any format.<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

My<br />

Everything<br />

Words by Isabelle Townend<br />

“Y’know, I think I’ve given you my everything…”<br />

you said thoughtfully,<br />

lacing your fingers through mine.<br />

I smiled back at you, looking into<br />

those dark brown eyes that always<br />

drew me in, like endless caverns that I<br />

could never see the other side of. You<br />

moved your hands back and forth to<br />

get me to sway to the music with you,<br />

and I laughed at the cheesiness of it<br />

all, ignoring my shyness and leaning<br />

into you so I could catch just a little<br />

more of your warmth. The way your<br />

skin felt, the way you sounded - you<br />

were everything I’d ever wanted. It<br />

was at that moment I realised that<br />

you’d be the one to change me - and<br />

the one that could hurt me the most...<br />

Three months later, I squinted at<br />

the road, trying to see through the<br />

liquid threatening to spill from the<br />

corners of my vision and into all the<br />

world. You’d chosen her again - the<br />

girl whose photos I’d spent so much<br />

time pouring over, wondering what<br />

made her so special that sleeping<br />

beside her was worth risking me. I<br />

wanted - no, needed - to get home<br />

so I could wrap my arms around<br />

myself and<br />

nurse this hurt. I<br />

couldn’t handle<br />

watching the two<br />

of you together<br />

after she came<br />

over uninvited. I<br />

couldn’t handle<br />

being called crazy<br />

again for sensing<br />

what I did...<br />

I remember the<br />

day I showed<br />

you my home for<br />

the first time. We<br />

were cuddling<br />

on the grass between<br />

two trees<br />

in one of the vineyards<br />

near my<br />

house - looking<br />

at the mountains<br />

that stretched<br />

across the horizon<br />

like an eagle’s<br />

wings, when<br />

the skies opened.<br />

The hail pelted<br />

our skin, soaking<br />

my hair and ruining<br />

my makeup<br />

as we ran handin-hand<br />

towards<br />

my car, panting<br />

and laughing so<br />

hard I thought<br />

I’d break. I’ve still<br />

never felt so alive.<br />

That day, I think<br />

- was the beginning<br />

of my addiction<br />

- the one<br />

that still sends<br />

withdrawals ripping<br />

through<br />

my chest whenever<br />

I walk by<br />

the kitchen sink<br />

where we used<br />

to dance while<br />

we made breakfast<br />

together in<br />

the mornings, or<br />

the bed where I<br />

used to feel so<br />

safe with your<br />

arms wrapped<br />

around me.<br />

Lying in the<br />

dark with tears<br />

streaming down<br />

my face, I knew<br />

I still loved you,<br />

but every time I<br />

tried to force myself<br />

into moving<br />

past our last argument,<br />

wrongs<br />

gripped at my<br />

chest like a chain<br />

pulled too tight.<br />

You know, loving<br />

someone who<br />

promises you the<br />

world but makes<br />


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you feel like<br />

nothing when<br />

it really counts<br />

- it’s something<br />

corrosive, burning,<br />

disfiguring -<br />

slipping through<br />

your tongue and<br />

into your core...<br />

It twists you into<br />

someone you<br />

barely recognise<br />

- someone who<br />

knows this isn’t<br />

all they are, but<br />

keeps coming<br />

back for more,<br />

because their<br />

soul aches for<br />

the way only you<br />

can make them<br />

feel. If I was really<br />

the “perfect”<br />

girl you “just<br />

knew” was right<br />

- the one your<br />

life feels “empty”<br />

without, then<br />

how could you<br />

care so little<br />

about me that<br />

you’d say things<br />

that left me staring<br />

at the mirror,<br />

crying about<br />

the way I look?<br />

How could you<br />

throw things<br />

and leave me<br />

shaking? How<br />

could you tell<br />

me that nobody<br />

else in my life<br />

cared about me?<br />

How come didn’t<br />

you protect<br />

me from your<br />

friend after getting<br />

me drunk?<br />

You built me up<br />

just to knock me<br />

down, and I lost<br />

myself by forcing<br />

your pieces<br />

of the puzzle<br />

into places they<br />

didn’t belong.<br />

Sometimes when<br />

I’m meant to be<br />

asleep, I stay up<br />

crying, missing<br />

the feeling of<br />

you next to me<br />

and wondering<br />

whether if I waited<br />

a little while<br />

longer, your priorities<br />

would’ve<br />

changed and we<br />

would’ve made<br />

each other happy.<br />

But then I remind<br />

myself that<br />

the day I left, the<br />

“we can fix this -<br />

I’ll put you first”<br />

I ached so<br />

desperate ly for<br />

never came. All I<br />

was bombarded<br />

with was outrage<br />

at how I could<br />

leave you after<br />

you’d done so<br />

much for me -<br />

like I owed you<br />

something. You<br />

jumped into a<br />

relationship,<br />

without willing<br />

to sacrifice getting<br />

drunk and<br />

high and kissing<br />

your friends and<br />

sleeping beside<br />

other women.<br />

You left me walking<br />

slowly - one<br />

foot in front of<br />

the other, startled<br />

every time<br />

these floorboards<br />

creak<br />

and questioning<br />

every step as I<br />

take it. You didn’t<br />

love me in the<br />

same way I loved<br />

you, and that<br />

made me feel<br />

the most broken<br />

I’ve ever felt.<br />

Hopefully somewhere,<br />

there’s<br />

an alternate<br />

universe where<br />

you do actually<br />

give me your everything<br />

like you<br />

pretend you did,<br />

and we live that<br />

life - the one I<br />

dreamed of, with<br />

a little boy that<br />

looks just like you<br />

but with my eyes,<br />

and little red<br />

flowers I’ve planted<br />

by the gate<br />

just to make you<br />

happy. All I know<br />

is that in this life,<br />

we’re strangers<br />

that know each<br />

other inside and<br />

out, and there’s<br />

nothing I can<br />

do to fix it. All I<br />

can do is watch<br />

you enjoy all the<br />

things you put<br />

above me, faking<br />

a smile through<br />

the pain of feeling<br />

my heart rip<br />

in two, and wondering<br />

if I’ll ever<br />

find another that<br />

really sees me.<br />

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Art by Ruby Comte

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A Splendid Day<br />

Words by Oliver Cocks<br />

Alexander couldn’t help but resent<br />

that it was a splendid day.<br />

It was a Saturday in early December.<br />

The sky was a deep,<br />

clear blue. The air was warm,<br />

but not too warm. The sun blessed<br />

all with light, because of<br />

course it did. The chirruping of<br />

birds in the background melded<br />

with the rumble of the nearby<br />

ocean and the squeals of children<br />

in a nearby playground.<br />

Alexander sniffed, wiped<br />

away a budding tear. No, he<br />

wasn’t going to cry. Not again.<br />

He still had a little dignity.<br />

He was sitting on the grass of a<br />

park adjacent to his local beach.<br />

The beach was separated from<br />

the park by a footpath, along<br />

which couples were strolling<br />

hand in hand, as if to spite him.<br />

How could someone live so<br />

long within your breath, only<br />

to hurriedly flee, pinching<br />

your happiness with them? He<br />

and Dan had been together for<br />

almost two years. Two years of<br />

their early twenties fought out<br />

together. Two years of laughter,<br />

tears, bickering and love shared<br />

side by side, only for it to all<br />

end today. And, to cap it all off,<br />

the weather was magnificent.<br />

Alexander wanted the weather<br />

to be seething, untamed.<br />

He wanted lashings of rain<br />

as thunder growled and fire<br />

slashed the sky, or heat so<br />

searing it withered grass<br />

and singed your skin, or, at a<br />

bare minimum, for it to be unpleasantly<br />

cool or warm. Anything<br />

that would give a sense<br />

to his mood. And, instead, it<br />

was agonisingly splendid.<br />

He couldn’t fault Dan. He’d<br />

known too for some time that<br />

it was over, that they’d been<br />

running on borrowed time.<br />


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But did that mean it didn’t<br />

hurt? Did that mean he wasn’t<br />

torn into incalculable pieces?<br />

No more would Dan make fun<br />

of him for his bad jokes, no<br />

more would they gossip about<br />

others behind their backs,<br />

no more would they vainly<br />

keep an eye on the time while<br />

Dan’s housemates were out…<br />

One tear, then another<br />

crept out of his eye.<br />

Alexander heaved out a deep,<br />

deep sigh. Well, here he was.<br />

Just then his phone vibrated: Samantha<br />

had just heard the news,<br />

suggested he come over to her<br />

place to be cheered up. How long<br />

had he been there? His phone<br />

told him he’d been wandering<br />

aimlessly around the beach for<br />

at least an hour, ever since Dan<br />

had broken up with him nearby.<br />

It would be good to see Samantha:<br />

just what he needed.<br />

He should get going now, he’d<br />

spent far too long wallowing,<br />

and he should probably go<br />

home first and wash his face.<br />

Alexander got up and set off,<br />

but not before shooting one<br />

last glare at the perfect sky.<br />

9<br />

Art by 10pa

Puck<br />

Words by Huang Yanchao<br />

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Art by Ruby Comte

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It was Teng Ye’s<br />

Aunt’s first death<br />

anniversary.<br />

As Covid-19 was<br />

still rampant in<br />

their part of the<br />

world, the temple<br />

required visitors to<br />

enter in pairs. Teng<br />

Ye and his unlikely<br />

best friend Wei<br />

Wen were there already.<br />

The former<br />

was a straight A’s<br />

goody-two-shoes<br />

perfectionist, while<br />

the latter was a<br />

class clown. They<br />

approached their<br />

table where their<br />

food offerings had<br />

already been neatly<br />

set up by Teng<br />

Ye’s parents earlier.<br />

At the side of the<br />

table nearest to<br />

the statue of a deity<br />

was an urn with<br />

joss sticks. Then<br />

there was, without<br />

a doubt, canned<br />

green tea. There<br />

were three: one for<br />

each of Teng Ye’s<br />

late paternal grandparents<br />

and the<br />

last one for his late<br />

aunt. They reminded<br />

him of the pophiss<br />

he would hear<br />

every time he saw<br />

his aunt open one;<br />

it was her caffeine<br />

fix, often downing<br />

three or more<br />

cans a day. Three<br />

very Chinese-looking<br />

red cups filled<br />

with brewed tea<br />

were placed behind<br />

the cans. Roast<br />

meats, fried Bee<br />

Hoon (rice vermicelli)<br />

and other family<br />

favourites followed.<br />

Death Anniversaries<br />

were important<br />

dates, especially for<br />

the “newly departed”.<br />

Families were<br />

expected to visit on<br />

the exact day. Wei<br />

Wen took the table<br />

beside Teng Ye’s<br />

and brought out two<br />

packets of food. He<br />

was here to support<br />

Teng Ye emotionally,<br />

but since his grandparents’<br />

ashes were<br />

also placed there,<br />

he might as well not<br />

come empty-handed.<br />

He started to set<br />

up the offerings for<br />

his late grandparents,<br />

which was a<br />

much-simplified version<br />

of the Teng Ye’s.<br />

“Hey bro, there<br />

aren’t many people<br />

in the columbarium.”<br />

Wei Wen<br />

suggested as he<br />

poured tea into similar<br />

Chinese-looking<br />

cups. “You want to<br />

go in now while I<br />

set things up? I’ll<br />

watch the stuff.”<br />

That broke Teng<br />

Ye’s daze. “Yeah…<br />

Okay.”<br />

“Take a deep breath<br />

and tell her.” Wei<br />

Wen comforted<br />

and patted him<br />

on his shoulders,<br />

“Technically she<br />

can’t scold you<br />

because she has<br />

err… passed on.”<br />

They both forced<br />

a laugh, but Wei<br />

Wen knew Teng Ye<br />

was still anxious. He<br />

dropped his tone<br />

into a serious one.<br />

“Teng Ye, just drive<br />

it in, the same way<br />

you did with your<br />

dad about the business.<br />

Just drive it in.”<br />

Teng Ye gave a weak<br />

smile and nodded.<br />

He was dreading<br />

this “chat” with his<br />

aunt, but he had to<br />

do it today. Clasping<br />

the joss sticks,<br />

Teng Ye walked up<br />

towards the deity.<br />

He knelt on a<br />

large, overused<br />

kneeling cushion in<br />

front of the large<br />

urn. He started to<br />

bai ( pray), lowering<br />

his head and<br />

moving his hands<br />

up and down slight<br />

ly. Bits of ash from<br />

the burnt end of the<br />

joss sticks dropped<br />

to join other bits already<br />

on the floor.<br />

He prayed in a soft<br />

voice, one that was<br />

only audible to<br />

himself, “Grandpa,<br />

Grandma, Auntie,<br />

please watch over<br />

our family and bless<br />

us with good health<br />

and prosperity.”<br />

He continued to<br />

move his joss sticks<br />

up and down even<br />

though he ran out<br />

of things to say. He<br />

then let out a large<br />

breath and placed<br />

the joss sticks into<br />

the urn at an empty<br />

spot. Nervously, he<br />

entered the columbarium.There<br />

were<br />

columns of walls,<br />

each holding rows<br />

and columns of<br />

niches, each niche<br />

was roughly A4 size.<br />

He found his family<br />

member’s niches<br />

completely from<br />

muscle memory,<br />

without using any<br />

reference from the<br />

column block numbers.<br />

Having been<br />

here so many times,<br />

he was sure he<br />

would have found<br />

them blindfolded.<br />


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Puck<br />

Continued<br />

Art by Ruby Comte<br />

“Grandpa, Grandma,<br />

Auntie, I’m here<br />

to see you.” He took<br />

out a piece of tissue<br />

and cleaned their<br />

photos carefully.<br />

He knew his parents<br />

had done it earlier,<br />

but he felt the need<br />

to clean it again. He<br />

took especially long<br />

to clean his Aunt’s<br />

photo - over a minute<br />

- not because it<br />

was large, but because<br />

he chose to<br />

wipe more circles<br />

than necessary.<br />

As if he was avoiding<br />

something.<br />

12<br />

Something that he<br />

wanted to tell her.<br />

Finally, he lowered<br />

the tissue, accepting<br />

that there<br />

was nothing left to<br />

clean. He let out a<br />

deep sigh. He put his<br />

palms together as if<br />

in prayer and muttered<br />

in a low voice.<br />

Although he began<br />

to address all three<br />

of his deceased<br />

relatives, he knew<br />

what he was about<br />

to say was reserved<br />

mainly for his Aunt.<br />

He told her that with<br />

the reopening of<br />

borders, he would finally<br />

be leaving for<br />

Melbourne in a few<br />

days to complete<br />

his studies. Then he<br />

paused and took another<br />

deep breath.<br />

He wanted to delay<br />

it until the last<br />

possible moment,<br />

but he knew he had<br />

to tell her today.<br />

He closed his eyes<br />

and mentioned that<br />

he wouldn’t be taking<br />

over their family<br />

business. The one<br />

that Teng Ye’s parents<br />

and Aunt had<br />

spent almost their<br />

entire life working<br />

on. The one that<br />

they had made<br />

many sacrifices for.<br />

Looking down, he<br />

paused and waited.<br />

Teng Ye felt like<br />

a young child confessing<br />

his mistake<br />

and waiting for an<br />

adult to deal punishment.<br />

Of course,<br />

punishment never<br />

came. He then<br />

took another deep<br />

breath and apologised<br />

to his Aunt<br />

specifically. He told<br />

her that his parents<br />

had already given<br />

them their blessing.<br />

He paused again,<br />

this time visibly<br />

uncomfortable.<br />

His eyes were wet.<br />

He then muttered,<br />

“Thanks Auntie for

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taking care of me<br />

when I was younger.<br />

I’m sorry I didn’t get<br />

full marks on tests<br />

due to my careless<br />

mistakes. I know you<br />

meant well, but I wish<br />

you had understood<br />

that I was trying my<br />

best as a child, and<br />

not to punish me<br />

for it. I used to feel<br />

really lousy about<br />

myself. And I still do.<br />

“I get you.” Wei<br />

Wen’s eyes narrowed.<br />

They both<br />

know she always<br />

scolded Teng Ye<br />

when he did something<br />

she didn’t like.<br />

So, they concluded<br />

that Teng Ye has<br />

been figuring out<br />

what she liked by<br />

successfully avoid-<br />

He paused once<br />

more. Summoning<br />

the last burst of<br />

courage, he continued,<br />

“ I’m going to<br />

try and forgive you<br />

for what you did .”<br />

ing<br />

He had finally said<br />

what he needed. A<br />

tear had rolled down<br />

each of his cheeks.<br />

He breathed easier<br />

as most of the pressure<br />

was lifted from<br />

his heart. But not all.<br />

Teng Ye walked out<br />

of the columbarium.<br />

“So, you told your<br />

aunt?”<br />

Wei Wen asked.<br />

Teng Ye nodded. Yet<br />

he seemed aloof.<br />

“Hey bro, you<br />

alright?”<br />

“Yeah, I’m just…<br />

Feeling a little…<br />

weird.” Teng Ye let<br />

out a sigh. “Like,<br />

I’m never going to<br />

know if she is angry<br />

at me. I think she<br />

isn’t, but I feel that<br />

she is. I wish I knew.”<br />

punishment.<br />

Wei Wen resolved a<br />

similar issue with his<br />

dad, but because he<br />

was still around, he<br />

had a much easier<br />

time. If only Teng Ye<br />

could ask his aunt…<br />

Wei Wen smiled<br />

slightly. He grabbed<br />

a pair of the gaau<br />

bui from an unused<br />

table and entrusted<br />

them into Teng Ye’s<br />

surprised hands.<br />

Gaau bui were a<br />

pair of identically<br />

carved wooden<br />

blocks shaped<br />

like the crescent<br />

moon. One side<br />

was curved, and<br />

the other was flat.<br />

“Oh, what will you<br />

do without me.”<br />

he boasted triumphantly<br />

and disappeared<br />

into<br />

the columbarium.<br />

It took a while for<br />

Teng Ye to catch<br />

on. The gaau bui<br />

was used as a<br />

form of divination,<br />

to ask deities or<br />

the deceased yes<br />

or no questions.<br />

He stared at them<br />

as he phrased his<br />

question. Then he<br />

pressed the flat<br />

sides of the blocks<br />

together as he asked<br />

his question in his<br />

heart towards the<br />

spiritual realm. And<br />

when he was done,<br />

his hand parted and<br />

released the blocks.<br />

Puck.<br />

The moon blocks<br />

hit the floor at almost<br />

the same<br />

time. One had the<br />

curved side facing<br />

up, while the other<br />

had the flat side<br />

up. Teng Ye knew<br />

that this meant yes.<br />

Teng Ye’s lips parted<br />

as he exhaled.<br />

Slowly, they formed<br />

a smile of relief.<br />

He picked up the<br />

blocks gingerly.<br />

As if he didn’t believe<br />

the reply and<br />

needed some time<br />

to accept it. He<br />

stood up, placing<br />

the blocks back<br />

on his table while<br />

preserving the reply.<br />

Tears started<br />

to form again.<br />

It took a while for<br />

Wei Wen to come<br />

back to a very relieved<br />

Teng Ye. Wei<br />

Wen glanced at the<br />

blocks. “So what<br />

exactly did your<br />

aunt say yes to?”<br />

“I asked my Aunt if<br />

she was okay for<br />

me to do what I<br />

want from now on.”<br />

“Not just about<br />

taking over the<br />

business, right?”<br />

Determination appeared<br />

in Teng Ye’s<br />

eyes. “Yes. From<br />

now on, I am going<br />

to stop seeking her<br />

approval on how<br />

to live my life.”<br />


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An Ode to the peach tree in my<br />

neighbour’s backyard<br />

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There is a peach tree in my neighbour’s backyard.<br />

The leaves entangling<br />

and spilling<br />

into my backyard.<br />

The tendrils and blossoms, pondering,<br />

only giving<br />

plump peaches to my backyard.<br />

In the summer of ‘19.<br />

Resting its bare beauty in my backyard.<br />

Tall. Abundant. Drooping.<br />

Strong. Home. Stooping.<br />

It welcomes the sunny honey eaters into my backyard.<br />

My mother makes jam standing<br />

as mothers do and I am watching<br />

as she turns the flushed, blushing peaches in my backyard<br />

into a scrumptious, semi-solid slump.<br />

She stores the seeds in a lump.<br />

Little does she know about the stump.<br />

There was a peach tree in my neighbour’s backyard.<br />

Now. There is nothing.<br />

Less creaking. Less everything.<br />

The cycle is broken in my backyard<br />

and I am blaming<br />

the human race. Industrialising<br />

and capitalising<br />

on everything.<br />

Dear new neighbours,<br />

I hope you see the genuinity<br />

in these next words. Hearty<br />

congratulations and when you sit in your new yard, with<br />

your same old ‘exclusivity’<br />

I hope you remember. You felled my tree.<br />

You killed my tree.<br />

A soul. Sole. Solitary<br />

Peach tree.<br />


Waiting in Line<br />

“It sounds good but, it’s so<br />

——————-—————-far fetched”<br />

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A middle aged lady says to her spouse,<br />

While shuffling through election candidate pamphlets.<br />

A small child dances between her parents legs,<br />

While they and everyone else clumsily dance with her future.<br />

My knees feel weak and I have to stop myself from falling to the ground,<br />

I grip onto the fence,<br />

The kind that is metal and cold.<br />

There are not many white picket fences around here.<br />

Welcome to a probably underfunded community centre,<br />

Surrounded by most definitely, underfunded public schools,<br />

Welcome to suburbia, as I know it.<br />

It seems this is where dreams die.<br />

Cause of death:<br />

Understaffing at the local public hospital?<br />

Intimate partner homicide?<br />

Suicide? Who has access to a psychologist, on minimum wage?<br />

Those who can’t afford this neighbourhood, work tirelessly to move in,<br />

While those who can afford this neighbourhood, work tirelessly to move out.<br />

This is a transitory place,<br />

Where you raise your kids, until they leave for a place on the other side of town,<br />

At least this is how we justify working six or seven days of a week,<br />

Striving for goals, when the goal posts keep moving.<br />

You save for a house deposit, but it’s now only enough for a car deposit,<br />

You deflate in the face of inflation.<br />

United Australia Party, posters hang off this fence<br />

Our egos, convince us we are not that different from men like Clive<br />

We too will be rich after we hustle a little longer,<br />

The Great Australian Dream…<br />

To break bread, white bread of course,<br />

Knead by the poor, devoured by the wealthy.<br />

Most of us will remain hungry,<br />

Despite stuffing ourselves sick,<br />

We could share this bread, but there’s just not enough to go around.<br />

You see, this is my second serving and I’m still not satiated.<br />

My appetite is particularly strong tonight, but I’m a generous man so,<br />

I’ll let you eat my crumbs before you wash my plate<br />

It’s my turn now,<br />

I enter the polling booth with that small child in mind,<br />

Her future is worth fighting for, no matter how far I have to fetch the baton from<br />

She deserves more than just the crumbs<br />

Human rights,<br />

Are not far fetched<br />


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17<br />

Words by Kira Farrugia<br />

Art by 10pa

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i never saw you as a boy<br />

Words by Tan Arsa Sagara | Art by 10pa<br />

to be seventeen again. a teenager<br />

dreaming about teenage dreams.<br />

it’s okay if you call me a she<br />

as long as you call me yours.<br />

i look at your curled fist where you hide<br />

your masculinity. is that for me?<br />

half-cool lake water that we can’t swim in<br />

and love that we can’t drown in. so close<br />

that our hands almost touch.<br />

an intricate ritual to land my hand on your<br />

shoulder. “that’s stupid,” i say.<br />

i’d let you ruin me, i mean.<br />

a few nights later we are on my bed and<br />

your hand is on my cheekbone and<br />

your words are on my bones. “my girl,”<br />

you say, in an attempt to reject all attraction<br />

that is not shaped like a line.<br />

(but you told your friends you were dating a boy<br />

only to blame me for the way their faces twisted.)<br />

princess, you called me. stay quiet and bow to your<br />

groom like a true girl would, i heard. ruin me you did.<br />

300 ways to love and you decided you liked negative<br />

numbers more. when you left you took a part of me<br />

with you. the part that could write love songs<br />

and take a breath in between words.<br />

when you leave again, take me with you.<br />

to be seventeen again. a teenager dreaming about teenage dreams. it’s okay if you<br />

call me a she as long as you call me yours. i look at your curled fist where you hide<br />

your masculinity. is that for me? half-cool lake water that we can’t swim in and love<br />

that we can’t drown in. so close that our hands almost touch. an intricate ritual to<br />

land my hand on your shoulder. “that’s stupid,” i say. i’d let you ruin me, i mean.<br />

a few nights later we are on my bed and your hand is on my cheekbone and your<br />

words are on my bones. “my girl,” you say, in an attempt to reject all attraction that<br />

is not shaped like a line. (but you told your friends you were dating a boy only to<br />

blame me for the way their faces twisted.)<br />

princess, you called me. stay quiet and bow to your groom like a true girl would,<br />

i heard. ruin me you did. 300 ways to love and you decided you liked negative<br />

numbers more. when you left you took a part of me with you. the part that could<br />

write love songs and take a breath in between words. when you leave again, take me<br />

with you.<br />


Art by Lottie van Wijck<br />

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Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

After You Survive<br />

Words by Eliot | Art by Luca<br />

The days hang like pearls<br />

on a string; endless imperfect<br />

beads that glisten<br />

like spider venom<br />

on a web<br />

gentle spider,<br />

teach me<br />

how to be like you; how<br />

to reach inside my guts<br />

and invent a will<br />

to live<br />


We Live at<br />

Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Number<br />

Twenty-Two<br />

Words by Joshua Strauss<br />

Art by Ruby Comte<br />

We live at number twenty-two,<br />

Behind a cluster<br />

Of broken bricks<br />

And marred consecrations<br />

Of bereft memories.<br />

A playground all concrete<br />

That leaves a nagging itch on the skin.<br />

It opens its arm in an embrace<br />

With the warmth of family estranged;<br />

Forgotten and always hated.<br />

On the walk to number twenty-three<br />

Stumble over the mismatched<br />

Paved slabs and sprays of dirt.<br />

A delta of concrete cracks<br />

Pushing us away.<br />

Remnants of civilisation,<br />

Car batteries and spray paints<br />

Gather in hushed testimony<br />

And arrange themselves<br />

In thoughtful prayer.<br />

Through the windows of number twenty-four<br />

Peer in the perverse.<br />

Young man, old men remind us<br />

They are not locked out<br />

We are locked in.<br />

River of mud<br />

Bursting banks of the gutter<br />

Estuaries storm drains<br />

Paints a tactile border<br />

That separates us and them.<br />

By the porch of number twenty-five<br />

Whispers of past habitation<br />

Lie discarded by the door<br />

Snapped in two<br />

Nestled among the weeds.<br />


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The garden’s earthly tendrils<br />

Of childhood nostalgia<br />

And teenage ambition<br />

Left ignored and untethered<br />

Strangle solitary roses.<br />

At the side of number twenty-six<br />

Hear the devils rave.<br />

Ice-cold melancholy<br />

Amidst warm bellies<br />

Of drunken fools.<br />

From dark windows,<br />

A snow-white euphoria<br />

For a little roll of gold.<br />

Wide eyes, wide eyes,<br />

Please don’t look at me.<br />

There are no walls at number twenty-seven.<br />

Metropolitan playground,<br />

Where scraps of paper amidst demolished brick,<br />

Bedding, blessed and burnt,<br />

Stain the floor like shit.<br />

Beady eyes glass over,<br />

All white, no pupil,<br />

Stuck too far back<br />

In the skull of someone who shouldn’t be here,<br />

But has nowhere else to go.<br />

The sign on the door of number twenty-eight<br />

Flips one way with sunrise,<br />

And the other as arch wanes.<br />

Aroma of imported beans<br />

Wafts through half-closed windows.<br />

Flooded with customers all suited,<br />

All ignoring the urban wasteland<br />

Surrounding the place of their morning<br />

beverage.<br />

Up-and-coming café:<br />

Gentrified coffee for sale.<br />

The plot of number twenty-nine<br />

Holds no home.<br />

Rather, it cultivates a beautiful garden<br />

Of roses and cacti<br />

For the pleasure of number thirty.<br />

23<br />

Stone white monolith,<br />

A king of plastered modernity<br />

Amidst peasantry<br />

Of crumbling brick.<br />

Please. Let us stay.

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24<br />

Art by Jubilee Chan

Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Under the Fake Tan: An Exposé<br />

Words by Aayushi<br />

Growing up brown in Australia was interesting<br />

for many reasons.<br />

The racist history and culture, erasure of<br />

First Nations people, and White Australian<br />

values taught me and my immigrant<br />

family that white people are Australia.<br />

Sure, multiculturalism exists, but only in<br />

our homes, not where it mattered or was<br />

visible.<br />

Enter: my teenage self. The night before<br />

a school ball, someone sent photos to a<br />

group chat, crying because their fake tan<br />

made them look too orange. I was flabbergasted<br />

when I learnt spray tans existed.<br />

Full jaw to the floor, I was in genuine<br />

disbelief that such a thing existed. People<br />

paid to be brown?<br />

When I first learnt that people voluntarily<br />

tan themselves, I had to recover from the<br />

absurdity of it first. I grew up with intergenerational<br />

trauma around colourist narratives<br />

from damaging colonial residue<br />

and my mum, especially, was particularly<br />

mindful of keeping us out of the sun. It<br />

made me endlessly angry, but I ended up<br />

internalising this idea of worthiness and<br />

beauty. To her credit, she knew our lives<br />

would be harder if our skin was darker<br />

than what we started with and wanted to<br />

protect us from further harm and vitriol.<br />

I was exhilarated, learning that people<br />

applied tans. I found it endlessly amusing<br />

and exciting. I wanted to share it with my<br />

mum, and tell her it was okay to be dark.<br />

People paid MONEY to have skin like mine.<br />

People invested their time into fake tans to<br />

look beautiful. What an affirmation of my<br />

worth and belonging in society!<br />

White people said it’s okay mum, and<br />

even cool now. I can be me AND enjoy the<br />

sun!<br />

Oh, if only I knew… Sure, people paid to<br />

be brown, but it was completely different.<br />

They could choose their shade like<br />

a shop, casual and without consequences.<br />

It’s disturbing to realise my melanin<br />

can be bought, adorned temporarily to<br />

feel beautiful, only to be washed away<br />

and readorned when it is convenient and<br />

celebrated. Primarily, white women can<br />

choose the best parts of our dark skin and<br />

sharp features for posterity and vanity. It<br />

isn’t a health practice, or even a survival<br />

mechanism. It cultivates racist beliefs<br />

which celebrate the fake skin of one while<br />

oppressing the other.<br />

I grew up hating having darker skin.<br />

Taught to moan about my immediate absorption<br />

of the sun if I exposed myself to<br />

its rays. For years I had a permanent netball<br />

tan behind my neck, burnt knees and<br />

crosses on my back revealing the exact<br />

cut of my dress. My dark skin has been<br />

historical grounds for harassment, overt<br />

discrimination, and racism. It was always<br />

a point of comment that my parents were<br />

fairer than me, celebrated for not something<br />

they didn’t do. For white people, a<br />

tan before a wedding, a big social event<br />

or anything important is not seen as a<br />

particular problem. But for me, it is viewed<br />

as an attempt to ruin my complexion and<br />

little acceptable beauty. Oh, the irony.<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Under the Fake Tan: An Exposé<br />


Fake tans now make me livid. I despise<br />

knowing darker skin is easily purchasable<br />

and allowed to be applied with zero<br />

implications in society. Lighter skin was<br />

valued deeply throughout history, as a<br />

symbol of beauty and class, especially in<br />

colonial societies. The rise of social media,<br />

without traditional white supremacist<br />

barricades has allowed black and brown<br />

excellence to thrive, celebrated for artistic<br />

endeavours, creative brilliance, and<br />

general talent. Proportionality, the proximity<br />

to blackness, ethnic ambiguity and<br />

racist makeup trends have allowed white<br />

people to climb these ladders of success,<br />

fetishing the ethnic experience. Not only<br />

is it accepted for white people to wear the<br />

coloured hair and accessories historically<br />

adorned by black celebrities, but it’s also<br />

celebrated and put in Vogue. Meanwhile,<br />

emerging Black fashion personalities are<br />

called out for ‘unprofessionalism’ and<br />

struggle to receive the same traction for<br />

their work. The proximity to whiteness in<br />

global and social media has now become<br />

uncool, and enabled this inherent culture<br />

of fake tans, appropriation and performative<br />

allyship to flourish.<br />

My experiences speak to anti-Blackness<br />

in the South Asian community most definitely,<br />

but these opinions do not exist in<br />

a vacuum, and perpetuate colonial dialogue<br />

historically embraced for survival.<br />

It demonstrates how pervasive and visible<br />

colonial standards are even today, and<br />

how valuable white supremacy is indicating<br />

cultural norms. Growing up as a<br />

brown immigrant in Australia, I was taught<br />

that my beauty, opportunity,<br />

and chances to succeed would be higher<br />

if I maintained the fairest skin possible.<br />

The issue of fake tan sits at the peak of an<br />

iceberg of unnecessary and racist practices<br />

all too celebrated and accepted<br />

in Australia. My melanin is not for sale,<br />

and seeing it paraded as a white beauty<br />

standard is insulting to the deep history of<br />

racism and bigotry my ancestors faced.<br />

something that is okay.<br />

Beauty standards stemming from violent<br />

and oppressive systems are damaging for<br />

everyone. This skewed appetite for desire<br />

overindulges the stomachs of the racists<br />

profiting from it. Self-esteem and preference<br />

do not have a place in this conversation.<br />

The white supremacist, eurocentric standards<br />

of beauty have plagued the minds<br />

of all. It’s what celebrates colourism when<br />

white passing or adjacent women are<br />

celebrated in diversity campaigns. When<br />

makeup darker than an acceptable shopbought<br />

tan is not available or sold. When<br />

pale girls are accepted with their tans<br />

and black and brown girls are ostracised<br />

for theirs. For them, our value stems not<br />

from our individual worth, but from cherry-picked<br />

features that can be twisted<br />

and appropriated to suit a white agenda.<br />

My melanin hue and sun glow reflect the<br />

stories of my ancestors, my connection<br />

to the land and sun and seas. Yours reflects<br />

the cheap, chemical laden plastics<br />

bought from the pharmacist.<br />

We are not the same.<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Art by Lottie Van Wijck<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Art by Kathy Lee<br />


Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

Time<br />

beyond<br />

clocks and<br />

words<br />

beyond<br />

the screen<br />

Words by Lottie Van Wijck<br />

The ‘fast news’ cycle we consume is full<br />

of mindless scrolling, sensationalism and<br />

clickbait. Navigating this can feel overwhelming,<br />

overstimulating, and sickly,<br />

causing us to lose sight of what really<br />

matters. The drumbeat of ‘fast news’<br />

that punctuates the cadence of modern<br />

life is so normalised and glorified<br />

that it has shifted our expectations of<br />

ourselves and our conceptions of time.<br />

One project trying to tackle this phenomenon<br />

is being built inside a Texan hillside.<br />

There, a global team of engineers and<br />

futurologists are creating a solar-powered,<br />

monumental scale, continuous<br />

clock which will keep accurate time for<br />

the next ten millennia and map ‘deep<br />

time’. The project is called ‘The Clock of<br />

the Long Now’ and will tick every year,<br />

toll every decade and the cuckoo chimes<br />

once a millennium. The project aims to<br />

shift the ‘time scale<br />

of civilisation’ concept<br />

andencourage<br />

us to reflect<br />

on the contours of<br />

time, space, and<br />

evolution. In an era<br />

of drastic anthropogenic<br />

change,<br />

the project hopes<br />

to encourage intergenerational<br />

responsibility<br />

and custodianship.<br />

Western<br />

culture teaches<br />

us that the past is<br />

behind us and unchangeable.<br />

However,<br />

holding such<br />

stringent, depersonalised<br />

conceptions<br />

of time may<br />

have insidious side<br />

effects. Conversely,<br />

Indigenous cultures<br />

are custodians of<br />

‘deep time’ which<br />

means the past encircles<br />

and informs<br />

their present. This<br />

concept demonstrates<br />

that history<br />

isn’t static and stagnant<br />

but intricately<br />

woven into our<br />

culture and future.<br />

in the steppes<br />

of Central Asia.<br />

Reflecting on the Tuvan<br />

language and<br />

culture can illustrate<br />

an intriguing<br />

variation on Western<br />

conceptions of<br />

time. The nomadic,<br />

yurt-dwelling<br />

Tuvan people live<br />

The Tuvan word<br />

songgaar means<br />

both ‘go back’ and<br />

‘to the future’, while<br />

burungaar translates<br />

to ‘going forward’<br />

and ‘to the<br />

past’. While this<br />

may seem confusing<br />

to English speakers,<br />

it makes perfect<br />

ontological sense<br />

to Tuvan communities<br />

because their<br />

worldview situates<br />

the past in front of<br />

you and the future<br />

behind you. Hence,<br />

we step backward<br />

blindly into an obscured,<br />

unknown future<br />

which expands<br />

out behind our<br />

backs. Conversely,<br />

we can look at the<br />

recent past clearly,<br />

whereas the more<br />

distant, blurry past<br />

spreads outward<br />

to meet the horizon.<br />

National Geographic<br />

journalist<br />

Russ Rymer studies<br />

vanishing languages<br />

and says that every<br />

time a language<br />

dies ‘we lose our<br />

diverse richness as<br />

a human species’.<br />

Hence, it is critical<br />

that we fight the replacement<br />

of ‘long<br />

tail linguistics’ by<br />


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Time<br />

beyond<br />

clocks and<br />

words<br />

beyond<br />

the screen<br />


homogenous, conquering, colonial language<br />

behemoths like Spanish and English.<br />

Given that Indigenous people are the enduring<br />

custodians and protectors of culture,<br />

biodiversity, and land, it is not surprising<br />

that biodiversity and linguistic<br />

diversity go hand in hand. By saving and<br />

strengthening languages, we strengthen<br />

ancient, innovative, intuitive ways of life<br />

and custodianship. This highlights why<br />

it is beyond critical that greater effort is<br />

made to preserve and revitalise Indigenous<br />

and remote languages. Research<br />

indicates that Indigenous languages are<br />

most often found in high profile UNES-<br />

CO world heritage sites, showing the living,<br />

embodied and interconnected nature<br />

of culture, biodiversity, and place.<br />

Incorporating such worldviews could<br />

help us deconstruct the rigidity that<br />

surrounds current binaries and hard<br />

borders, such as<br />

those between genders<br />

or nation states.<br />

This could allow us<br />

to reconceptualise<br />

such things by seeing<br />

them instead as<br />

membranes, continuums,<br />

and hybrids.<br />

Inevitably languages<br />

shift, morph and<br />

evolve. They transition<br />

to map contemporary<br />

society<br />

and the spaces we<br />

inhabit. English is<br />

no exception. This<br />

linguistic transition<br />

can be seen in the<br />

yearly dictionary<br />

updates where older,<br />

more obsolete<br />

words are culled in<br />

favour of new flavours,<br />

trends, and<br />

often tech-based<br />

terms. The updated<br />

Oxford Junior Dictionary<br />

is one example<br />

which sparked<br />

outcry from authors,<br />

who condemned<br />

the tonal<br />

shift whereby words<br />

like acorn, buttercup<br />

and chestnut<br />

were scrapped to<br />

make way for blog,<br />

broadband, celebrity<br />

and ‘cut and<br />

paste’. This parallels<br />

the decline of<br />

children who playin<br />

natural areas, a reduction<br />

from 40%<br />

a generation ago<br />

to only 10% today.<br />

But why should we<br />

care so much about<br />

words? Well, we<br />

need to protect the<br />

things that matter;<br />

be they words or<br />

woodlands. Without<br />

the capacity to articulate<br />

and appreciate<br />

these spaces,<br />

we are more likely<br />

to lose them as language-deficits<br />

lead<br />

to attention-deficits<br />

and even existence-deficits.<br />

There<br />

is an intuitive connection<br />

between the<br />

richness of vocabulary<br />

and the intimacy<br />

of knowledge.<br />

British nature–writer<br />

Robert Macfarlane<br />

believes this is<br />

because “we do not<br />

care for what we do<br />

not know, and on<br />

the whole, we do not<br />

know what we cannot<br />

name”. His poetry<br />

and children’s<br />

books highlight the<br />

irreplaceable magic<br />

of the natural<br />

world and take a<br />

stand against the<br />

disappearance of<br />

a wild childhood.<br />

This powerful nexus<br />

between protection<br />

and linguistics<br />

highlights why we<br />


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need evocative, exciting<br />

language to<br />

describe topography,<br />

ecology, and<br />

biology. We need<br />

the words to describe<br />

the intimacy<br />

of nature, the grit<br />

and groundedness<br />

of the places we<br />

cannot bear to lose.<br />

Lucy Purdy is another<br />

author who<br />

writes about the<br />

importance of this.<br />

She attests that we<br />

must ‘recognise the<br />

power of language<br />

as a whetstone<br />

upon which we can<br />

sharpen our understanding<br />

of where<br />

humanity is’ and<br />

help rekindle our relationship<br />

with the<br />

natural world. One<br />

of the most insightful<br />

words to help<br />

us do just that is<br />

‘noosphere’. It was<br />

coined by Ukrainian<br />

biogeochemist and<br />

philosopher Vladmir<br />

Vernadsky and<br />

is defined as: ‘the<br />

sphere of human<br />

consciousness and<br />

mental activity especially<br />

in regard to<br />

its influence on the<br />

biosphere and in relation<br />

to evolution.’<br />

Another powerful<br />

example I came<br />

across was darshan,<br />

a Sanskrit word<br />

that “suggests a<br />

face-to-face encounter<br />

with the sacred<br />

on earth; with<br />

a physical manifestation<br />

of the holy”.<br />

If more of us understood<br />

such words<br />

and their ethos,<br />

surely we wouldn’t<br />

be polluting and destroying<br />

our sacred<br />

wild places with indignity,<br />

arrogance<br />

and ignorance.<br />

This is something<br />

that First Nations<br />

cultures and languages<br />

have centred<br />

on for millennia.<br />

Hózhó is a word<br />

used by the Native<br />

American peoples<br />

of the Navajo Nation<br />

(Southwestern USA)<br />

who speak an Apachean<br />

language.<br />

Hózhó reflects<br />

working towards a<br />

sense of balance<br />

within oneself, our<br />

planet, and in life.<br />

It has a central emphasis<br />

on harmony<br />

and suggests that<br />

connections and<br />

ephemeral links to<br />

our community,<br />

place and history<br />

are central to who<br />

we are. The related<br />

Navajo concept of<br />

‘walking in beauty’<br />

refers to the em<br />

bodied process of<br />

living your life in a<br />

harmonious way<br />

as an active, ongoing<br />

force for good.<br />

In Arizona, the Hopi<br />

peoples of the sovereign<br />

Hopi Nation<br />

have a word to describe<br />

the opposite<br />

of the Navajo’s<br />

Hózhó. The Hopi<br />

word Koyaanisqatsi<br />

translates<br />

as ‘life out of balance’.<br />

It describes<br />

a way of operating<br />

that is chaotic<br />

and self-destructive.<br />

The 1982 film<br />

by Godfrey Reggio<br />

by the same name<br />

is an experimental<br />

montage which<br />

acts as a warning,<br />

and a cry to action.<br />

The film depicts<br />

the consequences<br />

of the parasitic<br />

colonial way of life<br />

rooted in extractive<br />

capitalism. Philip<br />

Glass composes<br />

an elegant score<br />

which is at once<br />

eerie, with a tinge<br />

of hopeful melancholy.<br />

It’s transporting,<br />

evocative, original,<br />

and haunting;<br />

storytelling without<br />

a storyline. As<br />

shown in the film’s<br />

imagery, practices<br />

of Koyaanisquatsi<br />

embody a profound<br />

disregard for the<br />

autonomy of the<br />

natural world and<br />

are eventually<br />

bound to collapse.<br />

This is a warning<br />

we could all heed.<br />

Encouraging a paradigm<br />

shift toward<br />

a more ‘Hózhó’ way<br />

of life is a step in the<br />

right direction. It’s a<br />

step towards walking<br />

with rather than<br />

over history, place,<br />

and our responsibilities<br />

to both.<br />

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Art by Lottie Van Wijck

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As we find ourselves in the mid year break, we thought it was time to catch<br />

up on what the different MSA committees are up to. Each department has<br />

been working tirelessly to bring you new events, even more activitsm and<br />

a support network like no other. In this next section of <strong>Edition</strong> 3 Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong><br />

<strong>2022</strong>, we will have a look into what they have been doing. Each department<br />

and Division was asked to write a short summary on what they have<br />

done, will do next, and introduce themselves just a little incase you may<br />

not know much about them! The departments/divisions are as follows:<br />

- The Executive Team (President, Secretary, Treasurer and General<br />

Reresentative)<br />

- Activites<br />

- Creative Live Arts<br />

- Disabilities and Carers<br />

- Education (Academic Affairs)<br />

- Education (Public Affairs)<br />

- Environment and Social Justice<br />

- People of Colour<br />

- Queer<br />

- Residential Communities<br />

- Welfare<br />

- Womens<br />

- Monash University International Students Service<br />

- Volunteering<br />

- Clubs and Societies<br />

- Radio Monash<br />

Keep reading to find out more about the wonderful Office Bearers of<br />

these departments and divisions!<br />


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The Executive Team<br />

President<br />

Secretary<br />

Treasurer<br />

Gen Rep<br />

Ishka De Silva (she/her)<br />

Joshua Strauss (he/him)<br />

Sean Hanna (he/him)<br />

Giorgia Giannakopoulos (she/her)<br />

After two years of tumultuous lockdowns and absences from campus, semester<br />

1 has seen a tremendous return of in-person events and activities run by clubs,<br />

MSA and its departments. MSA will be working hard to ensure that the range and<br />

calibre of these events is only increased as we approach semester 2, with live<br />

music, free food, and proper advocacy available for all.<br />

With the work of our incredible departments, advocacy has continued. MSA was<br />

able to ensure that recordings for law seminars were made available to all law<br />

students, despite the push to make these sessions solely in-person and definitively<br />

inaccessible. Likewise, we strongly refuted the change of the DSS flexible deadline<br />

extensions being reduced to only six days, and fought to ensure the return of<br />

the standard ten.<br />

The National Student Safety Survey illustrated that there is a much greater need<br />

for safety at university; MSA has lead an action-based approach, calling for the<br />

adoption of affirmative consent, better student representation and procedures<br />

at residential halls and working with Clubs and Societies on the specific Sexual<br />

Misconduct and Gender-Based Violence Procedure. Additionally, MSA was able to<br />

secure access to power for all students doing their exams on campus.<br />

Despite pushback, MSA was able to ensure the return of student-led camps, afterparties<br />

and events with both student safety and experience in mind. Those who<br />

attended O-Week saw the wide range of cultural, academic and special interest<br />

clubs that have played a huge part in the return to campus. With two sold-out<br />

O-Fest After Dark parties, we have demonstrated that the student experience is<br />

best led by students themselves. Wednesday Sessions have been bigger and better<br />

than ever alongside the launch of Sunsets at Sir John’s for students who want<br />

to continue celebrating.<br />

MSA Welfare’s Free Food Mondays has returned to Wholefoods. MSA will continuously<br />

endeavour to provide for students, with particular highlights this year being<br />

MSA Cultural Festival and MSA Iftar Dinner. MSA will continue to advocate for and<br />

support students into semester 2 and beyond.<br />

Any questions for MSA and its team can be addressed to msa-president@monash.<br />

edu.<br />


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Activities<br />

Zoe Kral (she/her)<br />

Chayli McCann (she/her)<br />

After almost 2 years of online classes and Zoom get-togethers from our bedrooms,<br />

the Activities Department is committed to reinvigorating campus life this<br />

year for new and returning Clayton students alike. We have already seen some<br />

huge events return this semester, with After Dark starting the year off with a<br />

bang and Cultural Festival that took us on a trip around the world, featuring a<br />

mariachi band and lion dancers.<br />

Next semester, we are bringing bigger and better events to you – from more<br />

raging parties to stress-relievers. There will also be a ton of free food events!<br />

We will be collaborating with different MSA departments and other Monash<br />

campuses to bring you never seen before events, so that students can create<br />

memories that will last a lifetime. You do not want to miss out on what we have<br />

in store for students.<br />


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Creative Live Arts<br />

Jack Barry (he/him)<br />

Luci Watts (she/her)<br />

Together, the Creative Live Art’s Office has been spending the first semester<br />

helping rebuild life on campus and re-establish Wednesday Sessions.<br />

We have had 7 amazing weeks of performances including an amazing festival<br />

edition in week 3. We had an amazing turn out and response from the students<br />

for all of the events.<br />

This year we have continued the goal of incorporating student artists into<br />

Wednesday Sessions. Every week this semester we have a student artist or<br />

band open for our main artists. This gives the student artists the recognition<br />

and exposure that they deserve!<br />

We plan to continue all of this and more in semester 2. So get excited, we can’t<br />

wait to see you all there!<br />


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Disabilities<br />

and Carers<br />

Lyndelle Chan (she/her)<br />

MSA Disabilities and Carers (D&C) is a group of student representatives who<br />

provide student advocacy, solidarity and a safe space for you.<br />

There is a D&C lounge located in the Campus Centre where students of the<br />

D&C Collective are welcome to rest, study, or just escape from the hustle and<br />

bustle of university life.<br />

Currently, we have several initiatives that we are working on university-wide<br />

such as Disability Allyship Training (working with Respectful Communities), a<br />

social media accessibility guide (working with Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong>), and the Sunflower<br />

Scheme.<br />

Semester 1 started with fortnightly D&C Ts that have been kept exclusive to the<br />

D&C collective. We have also held free Auslan workshops, which will be repeated<br />

in semester 2.<br />

We are here to make your experience at university as accessible and comfortable<br />

as you need it to be as a disabled person and/or as a carer. Look forward<br />

to more amazing things to come!<br />

Note: you don’t have to have an official diagnosis or be registered with Disability<br />

Support Services to be part of the D&C Collective.<br />


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Education (Academic<br />

Affairs)<br />

Marko Moutafis (he/him) Liz Walker (she/her)<br />

The Education (Academic Affairs) team has been investing time in conversations<br />

with the university around in-semester assessment and end of semester<br />

examination policy and requirements.<br />

Other goals we have for this semester include advocating for an exam database,<br />

closed captions and transcripts for lectures and workshops, and safeguarding<br />

supplementary assessments for students who receive a result between<br />

45-49. We have also been working with your faculty society presidents<br />

and committees as specific unit-related qualms and queries have arisen. We<br />

will continue to work with your elected student leaders to resolve these issues,<br />

and bring issues to the attention of faculty leaders and the university on a<br />

case-by-case basis. We understand that all students have felt the weight of<br />

uncertainty to varying degrees as we’ve returned to face-to-face learning. This<br />

is compounded by the number of confronting global events currently taking<br />

place which are affecting many families and communities part of the wider<br />

community.<br />

We want to thank our exceptional Education (Academic Affairs) committee for<br />

their dedication and for their hard work to come. Please reach out to us if any<br />

issues arise, either via msa-education@monash.edu or via our personal email<br />

addresses, elizabeth.walker@monash.edu and marko.moutafis@monash.edu.<br />

Your MSA cares about you and we are here to not only support, but safeguard<br />

the best academic experience.<br />


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Education (Public<br />

Affairs)<br />

John Nguyen (he/him)<br />

Alex Bourikas (he/him)<br />

At the Education (Public Affairs) Department, we look after any<br />

public matters related to your education. We deeply care about<br />

your study experience at Monash since we believe a good education<br />

is the key to build a better future.<br />

This semester, we have been fighting against the fee hike for international<br />

students, advocating for an identified unofficial transcript,<br />

managing a diverse committee to check in on every issue at<br />

Monash, and engaging with a broader group of Education Officers<br />

across Victoria.<br />

Although not all of our projects have yielded successful outcomes,<br />

we promise to keep fighting for a better education at Monash University.<br />

Please feel free to contact us at msa-education@monash.<br />

edu.<br />


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Environment and<br />

Social Justice<br />

Isabelle de La Masse-Homsy (she/her)<br />

Sebastian Schultz (he/him)<br />

Howdy y’all! In <strong>2022</strong>, the Environment and Social Justice (ESJ) department’s mission<br />

is to ensure that our responses to all things environmental and social justice<br />

remain accessible and representative of all members of the Monash community.<br />

That is why, in Semester 1, we are proud to have actively collaborated with a<br />

number of MSA departments and student-led groups. From releasing a collaborative<br />

edition with Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> to creating a sustainability in business themed social<br />

media takeover with Monash’s Beta Alpha Psi (BAP). We have worked to shape our<br />

department into a tool for intersectional education and understanding.<br />

Looking to Semester 2, we are excited to be bringing a BIGGER and BETTER than<br />

ever Sustainability Week in Week 4! Filled with lots of free food on campus, a<br />

giveaway, collaborative events with MSA departments and various student-led<br />

groups - you would not want to miss it. We will also be continuing to advocate<br />

for a more environmentally friendly and inclusive campus. This includes urging<br />

the university to declare a Climate Emergency and sharing informative content<br />

regarding ESJ issues on social media.<br />

Be sure to chuck us a follow at @msa.esj on Instagram or like “MSA Environment<br />

and Social Justice” on Facebook to stay up to date with us! As always, if you ever<br />

have any questions, feel free to send the ESJ Officers, Isabelle and Sebastian, an<br />

email at: msa-esj@monash.edu.<br />


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People of Colour<br />

Ananya Gupta (she/her)<br />

Linh Thai (she/her)<br />

We have enjoyed a fruitful and exciting semester 1. We kicked off the year with interactive<br />

O-Week stall activities, our staple event PoCnic, free film screenings, and Holi<br />

Festival. We are proud to have launched the department’s first ever Instagram account<br />

@msa.poc. To celebrate Harmony Day, we held our first Instagram give-away<br />

where lucky students won free food delivery vouchers and movie passes.<br />

In ‘Q&A Panel: PoC in the Workforce’, our department invited guest speakers from<br />

various professional backgrounds to share their experience as PoC in their respective<br />

industries. Additionally, alongside other incredible MSA departments, we helped<br />

deliver dynamic projects to our students – from ‘Women in Leadership Panel: Brooke<br />

Blurton’ with MSA Women’s, to the Cultural Festival with MSA Activities.<br />

Our Cultural Festival highlighted numerous cultural backgrounds of our Monash<br />

community, with delicious traditional food served by our cultural clubs and encapsulating<br />

diverse performances. Alongside MSA Women’s, we have launched the Women<br />

of Colour Collective (WOCC), an initiative aimed to connect and empower people<br />

who identify as or with women of colour on campus.<br />

To learn more about WOCC, please feel free to reach out to us via our social media<br />

channels.<br />

Follow our socials to keep updated with latest news and events:<br />

Instagram: @msa.poc<br />

Facebook: MSA People of Colour<br />

For any enquiries please email msa-poc@monash.edu<br />


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Queer<br />

Amber Hodgons (they/them)<br />

Kieran Couchman (he/they)<br />

The Queer department is responsible for representing and advocating for queer and<br />

questioning students on campus. This includes running events and raising awareness<br />

about queer issues to the broader Monash community.<br />

We run two weekly events, LGBTea and Queer Beers. LGBTea morning tea is at 10am<br />

every Tuesday in the Queer Lounge, for queer and questioning students only. Come<br />

along for some chats and dietary-friendly home-baked snacks. Queer Beers happens<br />

at 4pm every Thursday at Sir John’s Bar, and is open to allies. Some finger food and<br />

jugs of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks will be available, so you can come and<br />

unwind near the end of the week!<br />

Other things our department is doing:<br />

Events to celebrate important queer dates such as IDAHOBIT and Transgender Day of<br />

Rememberance<br />

Attending Queer Collaborations (national queer student conference), date TBA<br />

Organising autonomous groups e.g. TIGD (trans, intersex, gender diverse) and QT-<br />

IPOC (queer, trans, intersex people of colour)<br />

Collaborating with other MSA Departments, clubs and societies<br />

Follow us on our social media to keep up to date!<br />


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Residential<br />

Communities<br />

Che Kudagamage (she/her)<br />

Mahzarin Katrak (she/her)<br />

Since its creation in 2021, the MSA Residential Communities department has<br />

worked hard to support residents and aid in creating a home within Monash’s<br />

Clayton campus.<br />

In Semester one, we introduced Sunsets at Sir Johns: a weekly post Wednesday<br />

Sessions event at Sir Johns Bar to give both residents and non-residents a place<br />

for a mid-week boogie. This venture provided student DJs and staff at Sir John’s<br />

Bar with work opportunities and exposure. Moreover, it has brought residents<br />

closer together, at a safe venue within the university.<br />

Closer towards the end of the semester, the department organised a Frozen Food<br />

Drop, where residents were free to pick up a frozen meal (or two) to stock up<br />

on emergency meals to reduce the stress of having to cook for a few meals. We<br />

are also currently working with MSA Welfare to bring Therapy Dogs to residents<br />

during SWOTVAC.<br />

We’re already full steam ahead for semester 2 with plans to re-introduce Sunsets<br />

at Sir Johns from O-week onwards, improve sustainability on res with the distribution<br />

of gardening gloves for all halls’ veggie patches and a sustainability week.<br />

To keep up with the Residential Communities Department, follow us on our official<br />

social media pages (@msa.residential on Instagram, MSA Residential Communities<br />

on Facebook).<br />


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Welfare<br />

Demitrios Kaminis (he/him)<br />

Gurpal Randhawa (he/him)<br />

Hello Wonderful Monash Students! The Monash Student Association (MSA) Welfare<br />

Department is designed to amplify a plethora of welfare services available<br />

at Clayton Campus. We have been fortunate to work with the Welfare Committee<br />

and MSA Volunteering, as well as liaising with the Mental Health and Resilience<br />

Committee (MHRC) as they fulfil more autonomous objectives this year. Our overarching<br />

mission this year is ‘rejuvenation’ of the welfare services on campus.<br />

Free Food Mondays is a Welfare initiative which involves cooking free dinners<br />

for all students on Monday nights. We have served over 600 meals and we look<br />

forward to growing this initiative throughout Semester 2!<br />

Welfare on Wheels is an initiative in which we go through the libraries and offer<br />

free snacks and supplies in the lead-up to exams. We successfully ran our Welfare<br />

on Wheels during SWOTVAC in HAL, SURLY, Matheson, and Law Libraries.<br />

Our Donut Day occurred on Wednesday 25 May, where free vegan donuts and<br />

a plant based BBQ was on offer. We look forward to getting Dogs back for this<br />

event next semester!<br />

On Friday April 1, we, alongside President Ishka De Silva, had an online meeting<br />

with the Directors of Counselling and Mental Health Programs and Health Services.<br />

This meeting regarded our idea of converting a space on Clayton Campus<br />

to a wellbeing lounge that could also be used to connect students to mental<br />

health and welfare services. We are optimistic that this project will be actioned in<br />

Semester 2!<br />


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Women’s<br />

Aayushi Shah (she/her)<br />

The Women’s Department has had an exciting and busy semester so far!<br />

This year we are super focused on intersectionality, cultural diversity and<br />

allyship which has been reflected in our events.<br />

It has been a pleasure returning to the Women’s Lounge on campus. We<br />

have had some fantastic Tea Time Talks on many topics - relationships, hustle<br />

culture, sex and adversity.<br />

We had an excellent launch of our “Women In Leadership” initiative with<br />

Brooke Blurton speaking on leadership and representation in Australian<br />

media. We also celebrated International Women’s Day by celebrating the<br />

diverse leadership at Monash, and focused on allyship, intersectionality<br />

and inclusion.<br />

Perhaps the most exciting initiative has been launching the Women of Colour<br />

Collective (WOCC) alongside the People of Colour (PoC) department.<br />

This is just the beginning!<br />

We look forward to the long awaited “Safe & Sexy” week next semester, as<br />

well as more Women in Leadership and community events. We hope to see<br />

you soon.<br />


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Monash University<br />

International<br />

Students’ Service (MUISS)<br />

All semester, we at Monash University International Students’ Service (MUISS) have<br />

been working hard to improve the quality of the international student experience at<br />

Monash. Being total foodies, we recognise the power of food in bringing people together<br />

and connecting them, so kicked off the semester with a Speed Friending Picnic<br />

where students could play board games and meet new people, while enjoying delicious<br />

kebabs, HSPs, and desserts! We have also hosted two free meal sessions in the<br />

evenings to help students unwind from their busy uni schedules. The first was in partnership<br />

with the Singaporean Association of Monash where we served quintessential<br />

Singaporean foods, such as Hainanese Chicken Rice, Beef Rendang and Mee Goreng;<br />

while the second featured scrumptious Korean food.<br />

The welfare of international students is at the forefront of everything we do, and we<br />

realise the challenges that come with moving to a new country. With this in mind, we<br />

hosted a Student Services Seminar in collaboration with Monash Thrive to introduce<br />

both new and existing students to the range of services available at Clayton to assist<br />

them during their time at Monash, as well as a Know your Rights Seminar in collaboration<br />

with the Law Students’ Society, which focused on employment issues and tenancy<br />

rights.<br />

To top it all off, our annual One World Festival, in collaboration with numerous cultural<br />

clubs, saw students flying (not literally!) around the world with little cute little<br />

fake passports! With the theme of ‘Taking Flight’, students travelled around to cultural<br />

booths representing different countries, testing cultural food, drinks and sweets, and<br />

playing exciting games in exchange for passport stamps that they could redeem for<br />

prizes ranging from stress balls to air fryers! With lucky draws, photo booths and performances<br />

by MANA and KASA, students sure enjoyed their flight with us!<br />


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Volunteering<br />

Volunteering won’t distract from your studies or the rest of life, but luckily what<br />

it will do is take away the pain from all of those, if only for a bit, so they hurt<br />

just a little less. If you become a volunteer, you get guaranteed friends which<br />

can distract from the impending doom of assignments as well as guaranteed<br />

free shit such as food, hoodies, events (you can get free camp tickets!) etc.<br />

If you come along to MSA Volunteering events as an attendee you still get to<br />

experience the best of the university lifestyle with friends, fun, and something<br />

different. Over the semester break we have a TON of cool events that cater<br />

to everyone, everything from trivia nights, to bar nights, amazing races and<br />

chill board game hangs, even a full fledged camp (which I can’t recommend<br />

enough!). You’d be a fool to not come along to at least one event and I hope to<br />

see you there

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Radio Monash<br />

(RadMon)<br />

Ever wanted a state of the art industry-standard recording studio with<br />

free access for all students? Well, Radio Monash is currently in a period<br />

of transition as we await the completion of our biggest renovation to<br />

date. The new studio is set to be up and running by the second semester<br />

- just in time for our station’s 50th anniversary celebration in August. In<br />

the meantime we have been busy at work redesigning merch and dreaming<br />

up decor for our fresh new space. We can’t wait to show everyone<br />

what we have been hard at work creating!<br />


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Clubs and Societies<br />

Matthew Chipman (he/him)<br />

Clubs and Societies (C&S) are back and better than ever! With over 15,000 new<br />

club members in O-Week alone and jam-packed events every night, the rest of the<br />

year was sure to be exciting - and so far, it has been! In Semester 1, our clubs helpd<br />

almost 200 off-campus events where so many student communities flourished with<br />

a new found vigour. It has been amazing to see the daily presence of our clubs<br />

on-campus hosting events, giving out free food, running tutorials, or selling memberships<br />

and merchandise.<br />

The C&S executive has been working hard to help support and provide services for<br />

all our incredible club leaders so that they can continue to achieve amazing things.<br />

We’ve also been advocating for clubs at the highest levels of university governance,<br />

ensuring that their interests are heard and accounted for. On top of this, the C&S<br />

division has collaborated with MSA Women’s to host an International Women’s Day<br />

Morning Tea as a part of the ongoing Women in Leadership Initiative.<br />

Similarly to this, the C&S executive has been working with MSA departments to<br />

develop club specific Sexual Misconduct and Gender Based Violence Proceedure.<br />

We’re also super excited to welcome two new clubs for the first time in two years;<br />

Monash Cambodian Association, and Transport Engineers at Monash.<br />

If you want to sign up to any of our over 100 clubs, you can do so at<br />

www.clubs.msa.monash.edu<br />

Any questions about C&S as a whole can be asked to president@monashclubs.org<br />


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Lot’s <strong>Wife</strong> • <strong>Edition</strong> Three<br />

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our contributors!<br />

Writers<br />

Isabelle Townend<br />

Oliver Cocks<br />

Shraddha Iyer<br />

Kira Farrugia<br />

Tan Arsa Sagara<br />

Lotti van Wijck<br />

Eliot<br />

Joshua Strauss<br />

Aayushi<br />

Huang Yanchao<br />

Artists<br />

@0ojin_<br />

Ruby Comte<br />

Kathy Lee<br />

Luca<br />

J O’Connor<br />

Lottie Van Wijck<br />

Jubilee Chan<br />

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<strong>2022</strong><br />


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