Message to M.

 Last night they invaded our rooms with repeating sirens and announcements to “prepare to evacuate and await further instructions”.  In my various lines of work and the governments I have worked for, this can be anything from innocuous to Code Black.  

The disregarding, bumbling security man was probably qualified manage little more than an ID check at a nightclub.  As a result, I chased it up with the authorities and gave him a serve anonymously.  He was so useless and apathetic, that it rouses me so much.  This is how people die.  Especially after the people I had to meet this trip, being a soft target because of someone’s profound apathy and disregard riles me so much that I could blow everything.  

Anyway. That means I got about four hours sleep, maximum.  Driving on that is a pill for sleeping on the road.  That is not my idea of getting home early.  So I’ve stopped at Gundagai.  I hate stopping unnecessarily, but I owe it to someone. 

I cannot sleep during the day.  It’s 34° here, and there are cicada songs I haven’t heard before and strange rattling birds and a hollow dog’s call.  

I played Don’t Let Go over and over.  It slowed me right down so I could rest.  

That breaks the virulent anger I can harbour.  No-one ever sees it, but it’s so internally violent.  You can probably guess the pedigree and the potential. 

So thank you. 

I’m going to find a coffee and turn this into something good.