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Tom O'Hern
Dregs, Bogans and Third Generation Morons
30 October to 23 November 2015

 

Dregs, bogans and third generation morons

Two dudes get in a boat and go deep up the river. All day long they cut down pine. When it rains, it floods and the trees swim down the river to some other dudes who are waiting for them. They keep doing this for years. Paddling further up the river, cutting down the trees. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Chop, chop, chop. Eventually all the dudes downstream die or find better things to do or they just forget. But no one ever gets round to telling the dudes upstream, ‘Hey you don’t have to cut down the trees anymore. You can come home now.’ So they keep at it. Whittling away the forest, whittling away their brains. Paddle, paddle, paddle. Chop, chop, chop.

Only it’s not a river, is it. It’s just Hill Street. And the forest is just the shed out the back our house and the pine trees are paintings and drawings and my axe is a pen and my shovel is a brush and I’m not totally sure but I’m pretty sure I’m both dudes.

Apparently there’s an asteroid headed straight for us tomorrow night. It’s going to skip underneath the Tasman Bridge and crash straight into the face of the Cat and Fiddle. Everyone on the island will be immediately vaporized. The oxygen will all be burnt up in a great big fire and all the mainlanders will suffocate in the streets. A dark black cloud will envelop the earth, the plants will wither and everyone will starve and die. In pitch darkness the Earth will grow colder and colder. Eventually even the vents at the bottom of the ocean will freeze over. The universe will lay quiet for the first time in a couple of billion years. The only life left in the darkness will be a couple of microbes clinging to some probe hurtling past Alpha Centauri. It’ll crash straight into the equator of some poor bastard planet and the whole sordid little affair will start over again. The dinosaurs. The crucifixions. The steam-engines.

Or it might miss.

Fingers crossed.

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