inner journey
June 27th, 2004
The Geelong Shell refinery. Darkest of all the black arts of industry – petrochemical refinement.
I was transfixed by this thing. The bulbous thing in the middle. What goes on?
A fairly strong oily/gassy smell coming from it. I wish I could describe smell better. Totally unlike any of the smells to do with putting stuff into cars, or what comes out of them. In a strange way it wasn’t repulsive, like it was tapping into some ancient, familiar, almost comforting memory.
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