Creeping from the cornices of our childrens’ bedrooms is an actual shadow, which is also the stain of a much greater monstrosity. This is no phantom but a true terror, brought into being by unnatural forces of human creation, real and murderous. And this shade slithers deeper into our home as the days and weeks pass, a darkened weed capable of invading all that is safe and familiar.
It is the black mould brought by 2022’s incessant rain in Sydney, driven by climate change here, now. And it is climbing across my children’s ceiling, spreading towards them.