Welcome to the Circus - Whimsical Madness

 3.15am Saturday 20 June 2026.

A rainy night with an icy wind in Canberra, Australia.




Living in protest; loathing a life in decay.

Doing whatever you please; overpowering the human condition.

Anger makes deceit easy, the flooding mind makes a human think they’ll get away with what their sweat reveals.

…

You’re not a doctor, mate.

I’m not a medical doctor either but I was fairly sure I was hearing him die alone in the apartment above. A slow decline. The full body falls had ceased days ago. His blood was poisoning him. Could he even ask for help now if he wanted to?

Under the circumstances, if he died the memories shared would lead with what a sweet, gentle person he was, with unlimited potential.

…

There’d be no mention that he’d been invaded a week or so before. An eruption of enraged males crashing about before several leapt from the balcony above and scrambled over my fence. 

That had been uncomfortably close for me. I’d arrived at the House of Lions unable to walk. 

Imagine the speculation: disabled, a team of medics and a stream of deliveries.

Anatomy of opportunity:

She must have pain medication. 

She smokes a never-ending supply of chronic.

She’s on her own.

No-ones hanging off her.

If only we could get in the fucking gate.

She has plenty.

She’s not friendly.


In my neighbour's case, he was a drug dealer. His life was intervals between attacks.

…

Consider a problematic person, really quite anti-social, with an obvious addiction.

The lives are tiny. Their universe would thread the eye of a needle. Petty grievances circling back to judging the moral character of others. Everyone thinks they’re a doctor of sorts. Righteous spite in abeyance.

The offended with a knowing eye tempers their response on the understanding “they’ll die soon”.

So why get involved anymore, why report?

Why be inconvenienced?

I might get hurt.

A person may stand at that fork in the road - diagnosing the problem - for hours, days, and it may even keep them awake for the rest of their life.

…

The intervention was immediate once his family was alerted. He returned weeks later as fresh as a daisy.

The anonymous sentinel rests easy.

...

Thank you for reading. 


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Siv Parker
House of Abundant Peace
2026

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