I can’t stop thinking about Luna and the attempted murder charge. After reading more about it, it appears — from what has been reported — that they allegedly made a plan with Amelia and went to the rehabilitation centre with a cushion or pillow intending to smother Reid, but were caught by guards and ran away. From the articles, there seems to be a lot of evidence the prosecution will use to argue that there was planning involved.
It’s made me think about the law, and how much weight it places on a person’s intent. I find that really interesting, and I want to understand more about how intent is proven and what role it plays in criminal cases.
Yesterday I received a small bunch of flowers from Tynte Street Flowers — you can see them below. They were from my brother and his family. He forgot my birthday last Friday and only remembered when Mum mentioned it to him. I have to admit I was a bit hurt on the day, but he’s been dealing with some serious issues at work, so I understand. And receiving these poppies definitely made up for his forgetfulness.
I can’t wait to see what the arrangement looks like once they’ve all bloomed. Poppies are such an interesting flower. I haven’t researched them much, but I do know that on one hand they represent our ANZACs, and on another they can be transformed into heroin. Regardless of which side you look at, they’re a beautiful flower that carries so much pain and symbolism. But I don’t think my brother was thinking that deeply about it when he chose them — he just wanted to send something lovely.
In other news, it’s now 7:07am on Thursday morning, and I’m planning to stay up until just after lunchtime. I’m going to see Nanny at 10:00am when visiting hours start, and then I have a meeting with a human rights organisation I’m involved with at around 12:00pm By then I should be nicely tired. With hours like this, it’s probably a good time to start chronotherapy for my sleep.
On Monday, a luxury super yacht sank just off the coast of Sicily. On board were ten crew members and twelve passengers when it capsized. At the time of writing, sixteen people have been rescued, and six bodies have been found. The passengers included billionaires and their guests. It’s really sad. And the more I hear about these accidents at sea, the more I realise how dangerous the ocean truly is.
This story has made headline news all around the world. It has dominated our news sites for days. But I can’t help thinking about the thousands of asylum seekers who attempt to cross the Mediterranean each year in the hope of reaching Europe — many of whom never make it. Yes, we hear the occasional story, but why are the lives of billionaires considered more newsworthy than the refugees who drown or disappear at sea? Why aren’t those capsized boats headline news every single day?
It reminds me of June 2023, when the Titan submersible operated by OceanGate — carrying five very wealthy people down to see the wreckage of the Titanic — imploded. It became an international emergency. Every hour, every headline, every update was about the possibility that these men might still be alive, trapped kilometres beneath the water.
Around that same time, there was a horrific boat disaster in the Mediterranean Sea. A fishing boat carrying approximately 700 refugees capsized off the coast of Greece. It’s believed the boat was travelling from Libya toward Italy when things went wrong. According to reports, around 500 people were missing and presumed dead, with only 104 documented survivors. Exact numbers are unknown, but this was one of the largest disasters to have ever occurred in the Mediterranean.
I think I saw one small article about it.
I don’t know what kind of coverage it received in Europe, but everywhere else, we were consumed by the Titan saga — a group of rich men who had enough disposable income to spend millions of dollars on a joyride to see the Titanic. I’m not against wealthy people or luxury; I myself have flown business class, and as I’ve said before, I’ve been called a Champagne Socialist. But I remember saying to Mum at the time the Titan imploded, “I hate that we live in a world where the deaths of five filthy rich men matter more than the deaths of hundreds of refugees with nothing but the clothes on their backs.”
