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. I...