In The Coromandel - by Michael Sun

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IN THE COROMANDEL

A ZINE BY MICHAEL SUN



IN THE COROMANDEL PHOTOGRAPHS AND REFLECTIONS FROM NEW ZEALAND A ZINE BY MICHAEL SUN @MICHAEL.PDF MICHAELSUN.COM.AU TYPESET IN BRUNSWICK GROTESQUE, A FONT BY DENNIS GRAUEL NUMBER

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IN THE COROMANDEL

I FELT BARREN



Not barren like a desert plain, or a windowless facade, but the kind that seeped through me, from limbs into toes into sand and salty spray.



IN THE COROMANDEL

I FELT ENDLESS



A list of things I did whilst there:


slept on long beaches, read half of Normal People, listened to the same playlist 5 times through tinny earphones, dreamt about boys working in corner stores, played Scattergories every night until I couldn’t look at a letter without thinking of all the different types of sea creatures and baby names it entailed.


IN THE COROMANDEL

I FELT LIQUID



My body slipping like heavy velour over morphing terrain.


Melting into rockpools, gutters, shower drains until I could no longer recognise it.


IN THE COROMANDEL

I FELT MOSSY



On our last day it rained, uprooting the smell of damp earth that soaked into our rental car and lingered there for a moment as I unwound the window. I waved my hand outside praying for Internet connection, and thought of mountains.



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2019