The fog
of war,
the smoke
of climate
change
Tag: anxiety
Forewarned is…bad
It would be good,
now and then,
to have a
visitor from
the future
drop in, say “Hi,
what year is this?”,
and, on being told,
reply “Oh, well, it
will all be ok
in the end, you
know.” But what
if he just frowned,
thoughtfully?
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends,
with the bang of a
million trees exploding,
with the whimper of a
thousand koalas dying,
and unbreathable smoke,
and blowing dust,
and drying earth,
and drying rivers,
and a howling wind,
and a bloody Sun,
and a feeling of
utter helplessness.
Black and blue Friday
We all know
that Friday the
Thirteenth is
just another day,
really.
But it is good
to be reminded,
now and then,
that our lives
are subject to
chance, accident,
randomness, and
that around every
corner there may be
a banana skin.
A good day
However much
I complain about
the perils of
old age, and
I do, loudly,
it is better
than the
alternative,
much better.
An app by any other name
I have an
“Anxiety
App” that
generates
anxiety.
It’s also
called
“Fires near me”
Snake in the grass – somewhere…
The “Black Dog”
is the symbol
of depression.
The “Brown Snake”
should be the
symbol of
anxiety.
Eyes wide closed
Having an online
map of bushfires
in this state,
constantly
updated,
is good because
it keeps you
informed about
what is burning.
It is bad
because it keeps
you informed about
what is burning.
Better late
I reached my
seventies, it
seemed, in a rush.
Suddenly I was
wandering in
a forest of years:
71, 77, 73, 78,
74, and look,
over there, at
the edge of the
forest, is 79.
And I think,
“I won’t be in
this forest very
long, for I am
running through
it. I should make
up my mind soon
what I am going
to do with my
life.”
Ask not
Clive James and
Jonathan
Miller are
dead? What is
that bell I
hear tolling?
