Life wasn’t meant to be radioactive

If you turn right out of North Melbourne station and walk¬†along Adderley Street towards West Melbourne, ¬†pretty soon you will reach a house on which the remains of a mural can be clearly discerned. The first thing you notice is the sun, beaming down benevolently on commuters trudging towards their workplaces. You can also make out a rather angry looking cloud, a flash of lightning, a small farm building nestling among pink hills, and the word ‘radioactive’. Continue reading