In 1933 Western Australia voted to leave the country. We have been leaving each other ever since. One in three of us is now lonely, and it lands hardest on the young, hopeful about love and unable to reach it. The cure costs nothing and stands a metre away.

Boomers built the architecture. Gen X ran the programme. Millennials did the maths. Gen Z is questioning the degree. One street. Australia, 2026.

This is a question for anyone who has ever built something worth inheriting. What story are you keeping? What will die with you if you don't find a way to pass it forward? And who is sitting at your table right now, waiting for the version you haven't told them yet?

You are standing in the middle of a relay race you did not start and will not finish. This essay is about what you owe the people who ran before you and what you're building for the ones who come after.