Port Kembla, NSW, Australia He could feel the cloying commnentary months, years later, and it didn't seem to matter how invisible he became, how quiet, how non-controversial. He walked the quiet path, and still he could hear them. "The laughing stock." Well, who points the finger points it back at themselves. He hadn't wanted to come back here, to the country of his birth. Not in any way. Most of his friends were dead; others had moved on. Nobody retired to Sydney, they all retired to the bush, one way or another.
THE CATACOMBS
THE CATACOMBS
THE CATACOMBS
Port Kembla, NSW, Australia He could feel the cloying commnentary months, years later, and it didn't seem to matter how invisible he became, how quiet, how non-controversial. He walked the quiet path, and still he could hear them. "The laughing stock." Well, who points the finger points it back at themselves. He hadn't wanted to come back here, to the country of his birth. Not in any way. Most of his friends were dead; others had moved on. Nobody retired to Sydney, they all retired to the bush, one way or another.