Losing Matilda

It still hasn’t sunk in. Matilda died this afternoon. Just like that. We were out hiking and nearly at the turn-around point two hours from the car, when there was a repeat of what happened on our Peaceful Bay walk two months ago – on the lead, and next thing she’s gone SPROING and is …

Nowhereland (Part 2)

A song to start with. Albany to Perth via Lake Towerrinning, Darkan, Williams At the end of the last instalment, we were visiting an inland lake ecosystem degraded by our culture’s activities both at the lake and in its catchment. We noted that the destruction we can clearly see from a biocentric perspective is mostly …

Nowhereland

I’m an Australian biologist, conservationist, educator, writer and doomer who would like to take decent people on a journey. If you’re a doomer you will already understand and none of what I’m going to say will especially surprise you. You will already have seen all this in your own part of the world and you …

Exploring the Back Catalogue: Wish, Toxic Families & Mass Communication Bards

LOVE GONE WRONG, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS (continued) End was one of our personal favourites on Show, which we had for yonks before Wish.  I guess we’re not particularly into shiny music most of the time, so a song like this appeals to us way more than Friday I’m In Love, musically but also lyrically.  Let me hasten to add though that if you were to go the other side of End into deliberately wallowing, wrist-slitting, let’s-lie-down-in-this-and-do-nothing-like-we-have-no-agency music, I’d be off the train as well, because I find that seriously annoying – the idea of deliberate victimhood, fashionable with some.  There’s a huge difference between that, and healthy confrontation of dark things about life.