Sydney
I am an artist not a politician.
I survived lastnight.
Scurry from bunker to bunker to avoid the bombs cast in a low energy geurilla warfare tramping the city.
Very little to stop from sliding. The front wheel came right off. Fork plowed into pavement. Head and shoulder to follow thereafter in a tumble. Bike finished on top of person.
There is an Alpha-wide foil shortage. A descent into Hobbesian madness ensues.
What security blanket dreamscape is this claustrophobic mess? There is nothing lying in wait around the corner. No challenge, just the to do list.