Afterthoughts

It's when I'm on his doorstep that I realise responding to an amateur hypnotist's dating profile calling for "open minded" guys might not be the safest idea I've ever acted upon.
My naturally curious and equally skeptical journalist brain has once again taken over. The only evidence I'm willing to accept when it comes to deciding whether hypnosis is real, I've decided, is if I go under myself....

The spotlight catches sparse fog and insects hovering above calm water as it illuminates tangles of vegetation on the banks of the pitch-black Russell River.
As the light constantly sweeps back and forth, the only thing breaking the silence of a still Winter night in far north Queensland is the buzzing of the boat motor slowly pushing us downstream....

If imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, I shouldn't be annoyed that someone has recently stolen my identity on Grindr, I should be blushing.
But rather than taking this as a compliment, I'm taking this person's deceptive and unsolicited use of my pictures as a request from the catfish for help, because he's obviously not very good at it....

Under an eerily-dark Tour Eiffel, tourists pose for photographs as police sirens echo through the arrondissements.
Millions before them have taken exactly the same images, but when these people look back on their souvenirs, something will be missing.
The tower still dwarfs those meandering beneath. It's still stunning. But its famous lights no longer illuminate the grey sky above. It is a shadow....