Never a luxury

At first glance, it doesn’t look good – and at second, far worse. To the panicked masses running through the street, soot on faces, smouldering koalas clawing at depleted human breasts, embers hanging in the air like some jury’s verdict, we say ‘It’s going to be ok. We’ve brought literature.’ The koalas suddenly de-smoulder. One of the huddled masses looks at you and wells up: “Thank god you’re here.”