COLUMN | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Luke Fisher (he/him) | @lukefish7__ | Sports Columnist Illustration by Tashi Donnelly (she/her) | @tashi_rd | Editor Meeting potential partners post-uni is hard. If you weren’t aware, I’ve transitioned to unc status, having graduated from AUT last year. Much like how America is a third-world country wearing a Gucci belt, I’m a child who can make small talk around a coffee machine and complain about the traffic. I guess I was hoping my

TE AO MĀORI | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Taigaga (Jamal) Rerecich (he/him) | @417mal | Contributing Writer I've always thought of myself as a social person. I like people, I like being around people, I like the noise and mess of whanaungatanga. So it surprised me, writing this piece, to realise that isolation is something I live inside every single day. Not the isolation of being alone, but the isolation of being somewhere nobody else I know can quite follow me into. La

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FEATURE | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Mona Aung | @htet_htet_mona | Contributing Writer Growing up, she was known in her family as အိမ်တွင်းပုန်း(eain twin pone), an introverted homebody. Living amongst buzzing social butterflies, the volume of words, or just general sound, she generates daily is undeniably lower. She loves speaking, yet she struggles. She tends to take her time with words, acutely aware of the power and weight of a sentence. She’d rather listen more tha

TE AO MĀORI | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written By Ivy Lyden-Hancy (she/her/ia) | Te Rarawa, Ngāpuhi, Ngāti Wairere, Samoan (Falefā), Tongan (Vava’u) | @tekaraipiture | Contributing Writer Isolation is my tohunga; I’ve learned to love it. Everyone thinks it is an escape, but it is a way of being. Instead of young ho, I am an isolated ho. In a world that never stops moving, I feel like the pigeons at Brito: domesticated by concrete, trained by routine, then cast aside to fend for

COLUMN | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Isaac Tenzing | Drugs Columnist Theoretically endless. The answer to both how long a piece of string is and how many videos you can find of Joe Rogan talking about isolation tanks on YouTube. The wellness influencer community seemingly has a new topic for their self-help manuals every other week. Podcasts recorded en masse aim to sell your soccer mum neighbour on the idea of cortisol management. Humorously enough, infatuations with th

FEATURE | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Freddie Sang (she/her) | @freddiesang.art | Contributing Writer In loneliness, you can experience the world anonymously, untethered to identity, and with space to experience a moment in an all-encompassing way, instances very worth seeking. Now, when most people fill their rare and frequently interrupted alone time with music, it becomes obvious how solitary an experience sound can be. On the other hand, live music totally counters t

A Room Full of Strangers ONE MOON COLUMN | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Priscilla Zhang (she/her) | @p.zhangxy | Columnist Last week in counselling class, we were talking about trust. One idea from our handout stayed with me: sometimes, the people who put the most energy into helping others or giving advice are the ones who find it hardest to share their own concerns. I recognised something in that. Moving to another country has made me think about trust differently. Yo

CREATIVE WRITING | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written By Adam McGarvey (he/him) | @harpertownnz | Contributing Writer Landscape with the crossing of the Styx - by Joachim Patinir (1520-1525) We had been called to a "potential overdose" - a considerable understatement. I knew before we arrived it would be Zane, our frequent flyer. Zane had clearly overdosed several days prior and was now assuming room temperature. He'd failed to check in with his parole officer, so the Police had b

FEATURE | ISSUE TEN | ISOLATION Written by Mathilde Redamare (they/them) | @MathildeRedamare on YouTube | Contributing Writer Since my family moved from the UK, I had always lived in the same suburb in Ōtautahi. My parents had made an effort to develop the same deep-rooted connections that we had left behind. We got involved with our local church, accepted every invitation to spend time with classmates after school, and we participated in as many clubs as were possible for u