GRINDING THROUGH GREEN

Democracy feels like an impossibility. That there is no such thing.

It’s like grinding metal. The hard mechanical exertion to enacting democracy. The sweat of labour.

In Sydney I think of being at a protest – a park, a throng of bodies, of human sweat and of faint greenery – city greenery, dusty greenery – greenery trying really hard to be green and of rain. I’m not a big protester, I don’t like crowds, or crowd mentality.

I was at that very nice one – March in March. The one against everything – the one about being a good human being.

Right now democracy in Sydney is eroded. With the amalgamation of councils and the things that Mike Baird is doing. A low moment in democracy.

SCENT

Hard, metal, human – sweaty, earthy, and hopeful green.

By

Gail Priest