An Empty Space single work   short story  
Issue Details: First known date: 2012... 2012 An Empty Space
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'Outer space is a lot like a studio warehouse. It's big, vacant most of the time, and generally pretty dull. My universe, however, has a film crew with cameras rolling all the time. My wardrobe is limited to three space suits in varying shades of grey. They like it if I try to make sure the logo is always visible so everyone can see who brought me here. Who spent the taxpayers' money. Who 'beat' the Russians. Who is going to be the one to stick the damn flag on the surface. And, most obscurely, who went and stuck a guy in a studio for a couple months to fake the moon landing. That last one they won't ever know...' (Publication abstract) 

 

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    y separately published work icon Voiceworks no. 89 Winter 2012 16748349 2012 periodical issue 'For a few years I lived in a tiny beachside town six hours from Melbourne. It was the kind of place with postcard-perfect shorelines, mudbrick houses and a prep-to–year  twelve college. So, even in a combined classroom, there were only ten other kids in my class, the majority of whom weren’t mad keen on books. These being the dark days of dial-up, whatchya saw was pretty much whatchya got in terms of a peer group – and even worse, selection at the school library. After moving to suburbia, the hourlong train ride into the city felt like teleportation in super-slow motion. The pull of those corporate towers sheltering hidden cafes was physical. Like an undertow or tractor beam. By the time adolescence kicked in proper, I was caught up in a powerful question familiar to all fledgling artists: once you realise you’re a writer, what next? I’d already taught myself to like coffee and some Silvia Plath. Now I wanted more.' (Kat Muscat, Editorial introduction) 2012 pg. 43-45
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