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22/11/2019

“NICE WEATHER WE’RE HAVING.”

My neighbour’s greetings are normally quiet and reserved but he’s shouting over the supercars several suburbs away.

It occurs to me the brisk southerly breeze may not be so refreshing at the fire-fronts devouring the country. But I need to keep it light and upbeat. That’s how you do smalltalk I’m told. I survey the hazy sky, teasing with memories of rain.

“YES. I LIKE THE CLOUDS WITHOUT DEAD KOALAS IN THEM. I’M NOT SURE WHY WE NEED TO ADD SO MUCH PETROL TO THEM THOUGH”.

It must take a lot of warm beer and exhaust fumes to wrap your head around that one.

“THAT’S SURE SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT”.

He doesn’t seem so cheerful now. I mark myself another ‘F’ for smalltalk.

Refugee parrots scream overhead. A coal train screeches by, metres from where we stand, blind and blinding in its hydrocarbon funk. Our carbon loving Prime Minister sees no connection between burning fossils and burning forests.

It’s steady as she goes.

From → autobiography

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