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. »
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. »
i spend my days passing your monoliths feeling pushed and pulled shaken and stirred until my head feels dizzy i’m lost on my feet and all I want is a quiet sit down. »