The horror and destitute violence of colonisation. land that seems the same for thousands of kilometres because you don’t know how to read it because you tore it apart. each fence post was dug into the ground by hand, and no-one ever thought stop. maggots crawling from the eye of a rotting ewe in a drought stricken pasture, dead because she is not made for here, but keep trying to take. you cannot escape the endless plains, you cannot escape the mountains older than time, a maze you will die trapped in. building a town on a floodplain and then placing sandbags and disaster for centuries.
















