kororoit creek road stretched out in front of us as we drove to find lunch at a greasy truck-stop cafe like something from my childhood travel memories simple décor a few magazines on a shelf and a slightly de-tuned TV blaring away the pre-assembled hamburger was better than it looked, though. passing the refinery towers the smell drifted in “that’s why i hate living on this side of town »
daylight fades darkness falls the fear hits with four days “off” and a sense of urgency a need to turn off the autopilot and look around and think it’s all in my hands but i worry it’ll fall right through like dust and sand. »
girl on the platform writes sideways, words streaming away from her mouth. we leave by dark. Dead ferris wheel looms in the distance, underlit. outer suburbs. Lights in the distance, occasional tail-lights as a car moves out, away from here. red flash of a crossing, erased by the low whirr of a passing train. Morning light is coming, slowly. colours are still muted; occasional patches of green grass, and everything else. »
enjoy your stay you’ll be stamped numbered and indexed processed and pushed until one day you’ll wake as if falling from a dream wondering “what happened?” and don’t touch anything, ferchrissakes. »
it’ll be a while before our nightmares of orange and black turn into dreams of blue. »