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Tuesday diary

7.50am

A man is on the radio offering thoughts and predictions about the Greens. 

You might call it commentary. You might equally call it null; void; moot; bullshit given the events that have already, and just hours prior, taken place.

My mind can't help wandering. To be more accurate: fleeing.

I turn instead to imagining a history in which commentary of t…