The Birth of Sister GlitterNullius…

Editor: Jesse Tyssen, 2020.

Nigh yiggun binggirribah…birin…yamba… Ngay garni yugen jagun…gudjim, gami, wadjan…jahdjam…Niugh yiggun mamirbu…ngubu…yugirbah… Gannga… wahra…dhinda-djindi…yamba…jagur, jagul, jagur, jagul, jagur, jagul, stranger…stranger…stranger…

I am glad you are here…hurry child. We have a long way to go from this place but come with me. Step forward, step with me and come. I am old and I am weary but I am strong. I am not lost. Not today…not yet…

Talk to me, tell me what burdens you in this modern plastic world? It seems to me, you are caught in a web? Keep me company while we travel and unburden yourself of your web. Confess your worries…your arrival is timely so, tell me about your entanglement with plastic…?

Sister GlitterNullius

PSALM 23: The Lord is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want.

Capitalism is my shepherd and my consumerism means I shall not want.

He maketh me to pursue imported and home grown plastix. I adorn my skin with plastic paint.  He maketh me to need, plastic lunch boxes, dental floss and plastic oil cans. He maketh me to lie down in plastic pastures, bath tubs and bed sheets.

He leadeth me to destroy the earth, all living creatures and poison all waters.

He restoreth my soul, keeps me up with the plastic Jones’, David Jones and the Dow Jones. And He leadeth me in the paths of eternal economic growth, for his own capitalist sake.