Hello, welcome to the first issue of

timesatsea.

After reading Mark Lamarr’s poem Too

Fast to Live, Too Young to Work, I once
again flirted with the idea of some type of
publication. Printing something gives it a
sense of weight or a tangible existence, and
what’s better to print than the products of
drifting heads – from classroom doodles to
discoveries during the long holidays.

I also enjoy taking up the role of a curator

and hope to have contributions from more
people for greater variety of content. Don’t
expect this to last long either. At least when
we’re in our thirties, we have something
organised to see what our friends and
ourselves had been up to half our lives ago.

~ hiatance
18 August 2018










Comics

- bar
- dimsumtable

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pictures
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Gardens
By
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The Nest
Diaries
July 4 -
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daffodil’s war
in emitsiti, a public announcement is
heard everywhere every six minutes: it is
time, it is time.

bordering emitsiti is a vacuum of space, its

closest neighbour is my town. both of them
are megaprojects under teekaytopia stage
III.

breaking news, breaking news:

an unknown state from an unknown land
has declared war on emitsiti.

it is time, it is time.

the mayor of emitsiti, burd, has released

his statement: “foc.” he immediately resigns
and flees to the enemy state.

the title is officially passed on to the

runner-up in last month’s election, g.
mayor.
 as all this unfolds, mayor steps out of the
local salon. “i asked for seventies but got
eighties instead,” he confesses, patting his
new mullet wig. he is apathetic as a
reporter hurriedly greets him with a
camera flash. a group of ravenous
journalists run up to the salon door,
breaking the news to him. mayor remains
passive; he could not register it in his head.

meanwhile, myegun, commander of the

mushroom league, has already had her
army prepared. myegun had been
politically inactive throughout the recent
election season. early on, she had
established that her only stand was to be
cynical towards every candidate.

instead, myegun had been preoccupied by

the prospects of biotechnological
advancements in emitsiti. she and her team
of mushroom scientists have developed an
enzyme that could break down carbon
monoxide into its constituents without
using energy.
 it is time, it is time.

mayor is escorted to his new office in the

green house. he approaches the picture
windows taking up one whole edge of the
room, seemingly in reverie while studying
the view of the palace gardens. still facing
outside, he orders his secretary and
bodyguards, “you may leave now.”

he hears their muddled footsteps out of

the room and at the sound of the door being
shut, he closes all the curtains, turns and
slumps into the office chair, instantly
falling asleep.

“knock knock.” from behind the door.

“knock, knock!”

“eh,” mayor is woken up, startled.

“knock knock!”

“who’s there?”
 “maturity.”

“maturity, who?”

“wake up, geoff. you’ve been playing this

for too long now.”

“but i’m already awake!”

“it’s time to grow up!”

“who is this, anyway?”

geoff opens the door to reveal a little girl,

her once milk-white dress stained and
tattered, it was the only item of clothing
she had ever owned. she runs up to the
windows and lets light fill the mayor’s
office.

they both watch as the first flurries of

snow fall from the sky, it began to be too
cold for a summer dress. mayor looks at the
back of the girl, half of her black hair has
been bleached silver.
 “i used to pluck out all your white strands,
you’ve never liked them. why do you keep
them now?”

“you don’t expect me to go bald, do you?”

“eh, why not. you could always dye...”

“i like them now. i think i’ll let them stay.”

it is time, it is time.

“i’m pretty sure it’s been more than six

minutes since i’ve last heard tha...”

it is time, it is time.

“c’mon, that was barely even one!”

“has it ever occurred to you that everyone

can experience time differently, even if they
were at the same place at the same
moment, going through the same events.
your perception of it is becoming more
skewed by the minute. it’s about time you
snap out of your daydream.”

“are you sure it’s not the system changing

again? you’ve grown up fast, what
happened to your ‘clinging to innocence’?
you’re gonna turn into a phoney baloney
with all that adult talk.”

“i’ve figured that innocence is not ‘not

knowing’, but rather ‘not harming’. took me
fifteen years. anyway, you really have to
grow up so that you won’t get destroyed in
the war!”

“wait, what war?”

~ 8 july 2018
The sick person infecting whole world
story, with meagan’s statistics
Mad lib
Pop up pages?

1. teacher walking, int.
2. In class
3. Pond, where another teacher
cares for them




Gibb’s guide to sunlight. How ‘

To chicken.

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