There’s nothing left to fix

All our lives, we meander through plastic fields of impending garbage. Our thousand-dollar iPhones, our flat-screen TVs, our designer toasters, and of course, our fickle printers – all of it rapidly approaching the eternal ignominy of the trash heap.

Yeah, super original thought, I know. But this isn’t a cliché rant about the opulent waste left behind by the developed world. We all know that it’s easier and often cheaper just to replace something when it breaks, and that “back in my day, we built things to last.” That’s not my point here.

StoriesJosh CupitMarch 26, 2018Stories

Where does adventure live in our safe, electronic future?

That satisfying tactile kuh-klunk of the gearstick slamming its way through what appears to be a billion-speed gearbox is evocative. The offbeat bellow of a cross-plane V8, the squeal of tires, the tactility of the manual transmission… it’s raw, and it’s primal. You want to be that chisel-jawed young man careening in a state of suspended catastrophe through a crowded city centre. You want to be the one stomping the clutch pedal and sweating into the soft Alcantara steering wheel.

StoriesJosh CupitMarch 12, 2018Stories

Summers lost

Late August always felt like the Sundays of the school year. The lake grew choppy and grey, as though in perpetual preparation for the storms that grew increasingly common. Indoor spaces claimed more camp days, subjecting us to arts and crafts, and group activities in place of sailing and dodge-ball.

StoriesJosh CupitMay 17, 2016Stories

The pace of things

The ride to the top of the island had taken me 300 metres above the town at sea level. Steep and unyielding, the climb dragged my out-of-shape body through a tapestry of browns and greens. The trees were at once familiar and foreign, creating a high canopy above the earthy, rocky trail.

Features, StoriesJosh CupitSeptember 19, 2015Features, Stories

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