fragile

Source: Redback Theatre Group

I was down in Melbourne last week. It had been hot on Saturday. The air scalded my lungs when I sucked it in. The streets of the CBD were empty. Pedestrians ran between patches of shade, air-con oases. That evening the air temperature dropped by about 25 degrees in half an hour. Someone mentioned the fires.

As you know by now, the fires were fast. Whole towns destroyed. Hundreds of people dead. You can do your bit.

There are already arguments about blame, causes, punishments. Those will work themselves out. I just look at the images and what I see is fragility. Our psychological well-being is founded on our inability to understand how fragile our world is.

Everything might be gone tomorrow.