About

Central Mangrove, AustraliaMy affliction is this: the longing to find imageries that would make all things I ache for, tangible.

It is through this merciless and impatient longing of the soul that my body learns to be a vagabond.

It is through wanting, itching, yearning — like a surge of vomit threatening to escape a food-poisoned gut– that I embark on journeys so ironic, I leave home to find home.

My name is Rain and I survived 27 when not so many rockstars did.