White Horses


The rugged southwest coast of Tasmania. A place of ancient quartzite mountain ranges and heaving cobalt seas. A place that punches giant, ragged holes through the limits of our language. Where time warps and shifts, becomes geological. Where you can feel the mountains breathe.

We’d been picking rubbish off the sand for hours. It washed ashore in a great toxic wave. Millions of people’s rubbish, from right

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