Flee west
What would you do if I called you up and told you to leave town. I mean way out of town. I mean well past Toowoomba. Because coast side of there was about to be gone. Real gone. Permanently gone. Would you go? Would you wonder? Or just wonder when it was that I went over the edge?
I’m calling you on a tight time schedule. I leave here in 45 minutes and can spare 5 minutes with you to explain my reasoning. I leave dead on. Get here now if you need more info to make your decision.
Or I can be at the junction of the Ipswich motorway and the Logan motorway in about 2 hours and will stay there for 30 minutes. I will tell you the exact timing, when it happens. After that I am gone. My family and Mum. I will not leave her behind no matter how crazy she thinks I am. And maybe some breeding stock and local knowledge if I can swing it!
If I am wrong I drive back in a week.
So are you still wondering when I went over the edge? What do you think would be some of your last thoughts if this actually came to be reality? Without much warning for you?
Of course you would think of your family, maybe your possessions too?
But do you think you might think of me near the end? Because I’m gone. I’m not crazy. I’m on a different level altogether from you. Would you be cursing or in wonderment?
I look forward to the outcome, and also the rebuilding