Election is over, and the conservatives were quick to concede defeat. A big swing against them attributed to the public’s increased concern over climate change, and “empowered women” standing as independent candidates, and winning previously blue-ribbon conservative seats.
The incoming prime minister gave a victory speech, which I listened to for maybe five minutes. A nod to the climate problem followed by promises of action on the concerns of women, pay equality and so forth, and Indigenous rights. I switched off because – sorry buddy – none of that will be of any importance by the end of this decade.
What I hoped to hear was not giggling, nods and promises made to the self-interested, but rather a straight telling of what lies ahead as a leader would when calling upon the nation to take up arms and fight for what is good and right. Not for us, but for those who will follow us. That takes crucifixion; the negation of self.
Did my local bike ride for the first time since December and am a lot faster after the thousands of kilometres riding an overloaded bike around the state of New South Wales.
Anyways… whatever.
Also have been thinking about reviving a long-dead creative business, and very nearly ordered a fresh supply of paint, but didn’t because I haven’t found anywhere to work. Maybe it’s simply not meant to be, like the writing projects, and I should just listen to that inner voice which consistently says, forget it, let go, and plan your next bikepacking adventure. Love to do Kosciusko, the highest part of Australia, where in spring there will be flowers and wild horses, solitude and beauty.