The wreckage of Rokeby

Somewhere in Hobart there’s a new suburb getting built up. It’s not that different from any other semi-rural place developing across Australia. If you sneak over there at night, through the creek, and over a couple of fences, you’ll come across a dramatic scene. In the middle of a field there’s a pile of bodies folding over one another in the dim light. The former farmlands now a graveyard of cars resting in wait for something new to emerge. A half finished story, halfway from anywhere.