"Late in January after the floods, we go driving in the bush for hours. There is nothing to see but crazed configur… https://t.co/IikB3o2YNW

"Late in January after the floods, we go driving in the bush for hours. There is nothing to see but crazed configurations of rocks and wild, dying trees pushing at the edges of the crumbling road: an ongoing vision of pure, day-lit terror."

"School" by Jo McKendry in TQ 143 pic.twitter.com/DuEcET3j6K
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) May 18, 2018