I saw two shooting stars last night,
I wished on them but they were only satellites.
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
- Billy Bragg, "A New England"
I turned south at Eumundi and remained on the crowded highway of utes, all bound for Vegas, until I reached the Gateway Bridge with its prison buttresses and, after an hour in the road works, the long views of the Cunningham Highway, the New England highway, and finally the dip in the plateau that brought me onto Marsh St and Cotswold Cottages, perhaps the only motel in Armidale with a copy of Hammarskjold: A Pictorial Biography by Sten Soderberg. I rested, bought a beer, and leafed through the life of my Swedish hero, ashamedly with the criminal intent forming of relieving the motel of this singular possession.