Ned Donovan

Jan 15, 2025 | neddonovan.medium.com | Ned Donovan

Ned Donovan·Follow4 min read·--Go Birds”- Literally anyone in Philadelphia right now, probablyPhoto by Casey Murphy on UnsplashI would like to preface this whole piece by stating right now, unequivocally, I do not like the Eagles, or really Philadelphia sports at all. I don’t have any specific issue with Philadelphia as a city, but the general animosity I feel towards Philly sports fans and their … passionate reputation tends to color the city as a whole for me.

Jun 17, 2024 | terranullius.world | Ned Donovan

Last month, a video went viral showing a queue of climbers in puffer jackets waiting to reach the summit of Mount Everest. The poster described it as: “A DMV line at altitude for really rich people.”For most of humanity’s history, our tallest mountains have been in realms entirely separate from those on earth. In ancient times, gods were believed to reside on these peaks. On the summit of Mount Everest is said to live Miyolangsangma, the Buddhist goddess of inexhaustible giving.

Apr 26, 2024 | terranullius.world | Ned Donovan

In 1871, amidst the fervour of post-Gold Rush San Francisco, a city teeming with tales of fortune and the echoes of prospectors' dreams, two frontiersmen wandered into the main branch of the Bank of California. Philip Arnold and John Slack, their faces weathered by the frontier sun and with a thick layer of dust on their clothes, cut striking figures amidst the polished marble and gleaming brass of the bank's caged counters.

Apr 15, 2024 | terranullius.world | Ned Donovan

Hush. On the threshold of the forest I do not hear words you call human, but I hear newer words spoken by droplets and leaves far away.  - Gabriele d’Annunzio, La pioggia nel pineto (The Rain in the Pine Wood)As naval shells exploded amongst the terracotta tiles of Fiume’s roofs, throwing red dust and debris across his little Adriatic paradise, Gabriele D'Annunzio likely wondered where it had all gone wrong.

Apr 8, 2024 | terranullius.world | Ned Donovan

In the dense heart of the Malaysian jungle, it’s easy to get lost in your imagination. Trees and colours repeat like a bad result from ChatGPT, a wall of green static that obscures the tapestry of life within. As I stared at what were just the outskirts of the thousands of kilometres that make up the rainforest of Pahang in the east of peninsular Malaysia, my eyes began to adjust. What had been a two-dimensional backdrop of blending trees and foliage began to distinguish themselves.