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At the end of Rounds Arcade, Bundaberg: turn right and there it is. This little ‘escapement’ without Time. A place I pondered only for a moment and took the shot. Took me back to a bad job I had in South Brisbane circa 1973. A dead end job at Akubra Hats’ warehouse. Filling in invoices for hats. Dusting the hats. Parcelling the hats. Taking the parcels of hats to the railway station at day’s end. But there was a little alcove of Timelessness out the back door of the warehouse. I sat and ate my sandwiches at lunch time and gazed at its loneliness; and its quiet. Lonely as me it was at the time, but it kept me sane. A kindred spirit of emptiness. Wasn’t blue. But kept me sane. Blue can be for sadness. Or calm. I’ll take calm.