It’s almost invisible,

a cleaving as slight

as the stitch

between one second

and the next.

The shards of sun that could pierce through the clouds illuminated a red plain. The wind was starting to pick up – by nightfall it would be roaring – but otherwise the place was deathly still. A lone wallaby stared at a shape fixed in the middle of the plain. A gargantuan shape, green and black. A house, a manor of some sort that had long since been deserted. It had more than decayed.

she’s a toothy trap, a thug and thief

a flowing river, dying reef

a coin, some cash, some promised note

all that she is, the Writers wrote

To me, onward means progress, embracing change and new ideas. But onwards also means reflecting on the past. Over the past few years, we have seen a substantial growth in awareness of non-binary gender-diverse people, and a drive for inclusivity. As a burgeoning law student, I wonder how the legal profession, as an advocate for both reform as well as protecting our values, will navigate a post-pandemic world where our personal and collective identities are rapidly shifting in new directions.