I’ve been pretty ill today again so today’s was written in a fever fuelled haze. Michael tweeted me: ‘why am I doing nothing for my country’. Thought it was apt for Straya day so I put it on a paper boat and sent it down the Brisbane river.
I’m quite certain this boat will get lost.
That’s how I voice my opinions.
Quiet, small, symbolic.
I don’t believe in turning back those in need.
Or choosing a day of invasion as a national celebration.
But I do nothing.
Because just like the water, the answers are muddy.
And the journey seems long, arduous and uncertain.