Christina Ng
Finding a Way Out: Lost in East Gippsland
'In my moment of disorientation, the forest was a mirage of home, dreamy and irritating. Every tree I saw was a reminder of an aspiration I had of escaping to a foreign land that could not, or would not, keep me. No matter how dreamily beautiful the forest once was, it had morphed into a cold, hard challenge to surmount, another task to cross off from my to-do list.'