Went for a walk beyond the perimeter the other day.
Our CCC Barracks building, our creative home, being once the accommodation for railway time shifters is in the railway precinct in Orange NSW. The railway precinct, long robbed of it's purpose, can be the playground of the angry ones. Powerless in this 'for profit' society but needing to scream at the injustice of it all none the less. Why else would you burn an old railway carriage?
