It began in cyclonic circumstance, with the wind whipping off Bondi Beach as he struggled through a gale up and down the beachfront. There was no life. The bars were all closed or closing. There were few people about. The gale was a dark force, or remained dark within him, as he fled sanity and constellations of connected intelligences and instead buried himself in the ordinary, a collapsed individual seeking abnegation. It was hard to know what brought it on; although the Sense8 style hiding from other operatives was always a part of it. He could hear them echoing in the land beneath the escarpment, propelled from the deep spirits of the forest, caring for what he did not know. He really did not know. He moped around the house and lamented getting older, more ordinary, more convinced of deceit and abnegation and ordinary things; longing for purpose or confidence or identity, or just youthful determination. He prayed for courage, strength and determination, and ...
Foul beasts stalked the Earth. Australia became the kingdom of liars. Dissent was quashed. Fraud was everywhere. The government lied, the politicians lied, the intelligence agencies lied, and deceit permeated every aspect of everybody's life. Taxed into oblivion, taxed into servitude, modern day slavery, overwhelmed by strangers, forced out of affordable accommodation, he'll be lucky to afford a van by the time we're finished with him, the cruel hoax these people represented was literally everywhere. A sharp dagger rammed up through their guts and disembowelled them. A sharp bird flew overhead, squawking with piercing eyes, knowing too much and avenging strangers. The sacred and the profane. We are all guilty, chanted the Christians, while the spirits swirled in indifference, and time flowed over all of them. It was the injustice, and it was the dishonesty, it was the deceit, and it was the blatant fraud perpetuated by taxpayer entities, that's what got to him. MAINS...
Under attack from some of the most corrupt elements within the Australian government, or that's how it felt, he had no idea how to deal with the torment being inflicted upon him. They were dishonest. They were liars. They had gained advantage through their lying. They had been tormenting him for three years now. It had begun at exactly the same time as his mother was dying a sad sad death made worse by the Australian government's endless Covid restrictions. And it continued to this very day, chasing him across Asia. It was his 73rd birthday. And they were determined to destroy even that. Cloak yourself in armour. Be strong. Be brave. Let the storm pass over you. How was it that these things could be allowed? How was it that this dishonesty ran rampant through the system? Surrounded by the buzz of an Asian city, he ran into an old acquaintance, Robyn, who had been stranded in Australia for three years during the Covid era. And that's what he said about Australia, it wa...
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