Penumbra, darkness. Incandescent lights in the corridors four walls and a steel door underground, outside no one hears us a stench of shit, piss and body odour sticks to the air. When was the last time I walked outside in the fresh air?  when was the last time I have seen sunlight? When was the last time I seen my family?  My wife, my children? What have I done to be here? My body deteriorating  leaving me, slowly losing my words, my memories, time passes,  one minute indistinguishable from...

Where  nothing is something and nowhere is somewhere a place alive in its stillness a faint idea of the land its ranges, its dry creek...

There is no palette just a deep red of the earth a featureless black of loose rocks the woody pale yellow of spinifex a clear hue of the...