Iris Kojeve, Main Arm
I have a dream. I dream of a community where individuals hold the power of change. Where people are engaged with each other and the world around them. Where politics is within each individual.
I have a dream for such a community to come alive in a space of collaboration and exchange. Where people can become people of change. I dream of such a space where books help us think, poets help us envision, art and music help bring our ambitions alive. Where we dare to think differently, on the condition that we think it through. And learn that thinking it through means we have to think together.
I dream for that space to be in Mullum. Where the writer, thinker, poet and artist embodied in all of us can come together each day to imagine, discuss and enact a different world. A place surrounded by books, art and music that inspire and challenge. Those resources not easily accessible to us – writers, thinkers and artists who fall through the cracks.
A place where utopias are enacted, not merely thought about. I can’t dream my dream alone. Only if the dream is a shared dream can it turn into a collective will. And once there is a collective will, anything is possible.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
