The sun is shining, birds are singing, my girlfriend has just left to rehearse with her band. A friend is coming down from Sydney tonight. I’m about to take my book down to a cafe for a leisurely breakfast.
And yet somewhere nearby a 42 year old man is giving heroin to his 14 year old girlfriend and taking dirty pictures of her. It might well be the closest thing to love either of them ever know.
ABC Online has the story here (yes I realise the events in the story are not contemporaneous to this morning, but they could have been). At least when he gets out in three years time she’ll be old enough, if she’s still alive.
I’m really struggling to reconcile these worlds.