On the highway, heading into Bega. Royal blue summer sky, black and white cows dotted across unseasonably green hills. I turn to the Mechanic. ‘I think I might be depressed.’ ‘Well, that’s fair enough,’ he says. ‘I’d be depressed if I were you, considering everything. I’m amazed you’re not depressed more often.’ As validating as … Continue reading 80 per cent curiosity, 20 per cent hope