It was so weird going to work today. I feel like everyone is just looking at each other like we are at school and our teacher went skitzo. We always thought we were exempt from stuff like this, because we are in Australia. And nothing bad happens here. I feel like people are making eye contact with each other, trying to send a message: saying “Thank God it wasn’t us”.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered the hostage situation, and I ran to turn the tv on. A weight was lifted from me when I read the words I’d been praying to see “siege is over”.
I had a bad feeling all morning, like this is the beginning of the end. And then I saw this piece of art on an old building, and I felt cold inside.