Sleek elevators connect the mezzanine floors where exclusive emporiums — Apple, Armani, Under Armour — are yet to open. The notes of soft, electronic music hang in the air, unresolved. At this hour, the gigantic space is empty. Continue reading Welcome to the Machine: Part 2.
I live and breathe the silences and dust where no man reigns… – Cold Chisel, Wild Colonial Boy Dawn on … Continue reading Back to the Track
We climbed up and peered over the edge, down into the pit where a lake of mercury shimmered in the … Continue reading KELI MUTU: THE LAST ADVENTURE
“When vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings…” – Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness North of Westport, … Continue reading NORTH BY NORTH-WEST
Out where the river broke,The bloodwood and the desert oak.. – Midnight Oil, Beds Are Burning At Roper Bar I … Continue reading CROCODILE COUNTRY
Good morning from an Indian train… I came to India to ride trains. They were one of my abiding memories … Continue reading MORNINGTOWN RIDE
A tall, gangly man in a white shirt and black pants, was opening channels along the rows with his bare … Continue reading Dirt Music
The British are great measurers. They have a sense of order. You can see it best in their maps. The … Continue reading Journey to the Centre of India
So you are on a train, rolling across the plains of Central India. What do you do? Simple…you sit in … Continue reading Scenes From a Doorway
Lines join in faint discord, and the Stormwatch brewsa concert of kings… – Jethro Tull, Dun Ringill The gods were … Continue reading RAGE IN EDEN
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