Before I know it, two weeks of the month have passed. We’re all getting along okay. Equilibrium is a nice word for it, though I know something big is coming. Rachel’s baby is a major part of the feeling, though I know there’s something else on top. My life, I’ve realised, was all about being lulled into a false sense of security for the first seventeen years. When you get complacent, that’s when you should expect trouble.
I go through my relatively comfortable routines in Kmart, feeding, cleaning, teaching, playing with my girl, alone time with Rachel, alone time with Ötzi, writing in my journal, trying to think where I’ll go in this world, whether I can fit in with some other tribe somewhere. I don’t think the people are the problem, I think it’s the place. A mall is as artificial as you
