As time becomes kaleidoscopic, I find it unbearable to think too far into my children's future | Delia Falconer

‘Stop the world’ the musical hero said whenever things went wrong. I’ve been feeling this way for a few years nowThis is part of a series of essays by Australian writers responding to the challenges of 2020The sense of time-slip begins during the summer megafires. Walking my children home from school in Sydney under a red sun I have the nagging feeling, beneath my anxiety, that I’ve seen this close orange light before. Then I remember. My father made our family nativity set out of pumpkin-coloured cardboard, topped with a skylight of red acrylic. The sideboard lamp cast the same… Source – Full Article

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