I have a million things to do in Australia.
A million things I have to do there.
All I want in this world is going to Australia.
I want to go to Australia.
I want myself to begin everything from the beginning in Australia.
There was a long, long silence - the silence of all the misty rain in the world
falling on all the new-mown lawns of the world.
Forehead pressed against the glass, I shut my eyes.
Some thing in this heart broke the silence: "Where are you now? "
Where was I now?
I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my
eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and
again I called out for Australia from the dead centre of this place that was no place.