We were in Kinglake West again last night, hanging out with the children while their parents were at a community meeting. I’m not going to write about it because I can’t do honour to the stories and the people, or to the reality of the world they now live in; the layers and permutations of grief that show in every part of life, the complicatedness of relationships, bureaucracy, fear, loneliness, guilt, love and compassion. Nothing is simple, every day is hard. And none of it is mine to tell, even if there were words.
Thanks to those who came up to help. Thanks to those who have donated money and other things. I’m in search of a cheap source of plasticine if you have one… We’ll be back there again next week.