Out within the Mallee, in between locations of one thing and nothingness, a former Cohuna dairy farmer throws her hat within the ring.
The salt is a frozen waste
In a spot too scorching for its personal good
— “Pillars of Salt”, John Kinsella
Ozzie: These individuals down there appear like ants!
Daryl: They’re ants. We have not taken off but!
— Hey Hey It is Saturday Morning
Out past Nhill, going from Horsham in direction of the South Australian border, the panorama comes aside, the lengthy and flat however neat order of the center Mallee giving option to scrub and misplaced roads. Right here, the cities at the moment are just a few homes gathered spherical empty retailers and shops, their roofs sagging Dali-like into the verandah, the entire place slowly giving up.
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