Canterbury Tales

Recollections of election night from an outsider who never knows where to stand.

This piece isn’t political commentary, it’s about pollical theatre.

I started the day under a clear blue Melbourne sky. Errol Street Primary was already humming with the calm choreography of election day. The smell of sausages and onions floated through the still morning air. Kids hung from monkey bars, couples hovered in quiet conversation, families lin…