Published in Overland Issue 201 Summer 2010 · Main Posts / Writing Flight Vikki McNaughton i had a bath. life continues so you see it was necessary to have a bath. i turned the light off so the air was blue. there need be no effort wasted by floating in a hot bath, on hiatus from life. on the plane you’d stopped breathing when you saw you were seated next to me. it was, in a way, a victory for me. i’d smiled for the first time in months. my eyes are itchy and my cheeks feel grubby but there’s nothing I can do about that. you can’t wash away tiredness. there’s not a whole lot of dirt on a plane and anyway, clean will suffice for now. you’d gone: you monster, you said, you’d gone: student, mediocre at best, and you’d gone: such an ego, and i, i went, i believed you. i’d believed you. the glass is beginning to fog. my cheeks are flushed and they will think this is a sign of health. through the window, the clouds rise like cathedrals. Vikki McNaughton Vikki McNaughton works and studies part-time. More by Vikki McNaughton Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 25 May 202326 May 2023 · Main Posts The ‘Chinese question’ and colonial capitalism in New Gold Mountain Christy Tan SBS’s New Gold Mountain sets out to recover the history of the Gold Rush from the marginalised perspective of Chinese settlers but instead reinforces the erasure of Indigenous sovereignty. Although celebrated for its multilingual script and diverse representation, the mini-TV series ignores how the settlement of Chinese migrants and their recruitment into colonial capitalism consolidates the ongoing displacement of First Nations peoples. First published in Overland Issue 228 23 February 202324 February 2023 · Writing From work to text, and back again: ChatGPT and the (new) death of the author Rob Horning Generative models extinguish the dream that Barthes’s Death of the Author articulates by fulfilling it. Their ‘tissue of signs’ seems less like revolution and more like the fear that AI will create a recursive postmodern nightmare world of perpetual sameness that we will all accept because we no longer remember otherwise or how to create an alternative.