Wind whistles around the mining dongar, sun melting across the rust coloured land and stunted shrubs, reflecting of the dirty white tin walls of the windowless buildings.
I lie on my bed watching the fly buzz around the room. The T.V is on, but I am not watching it, it’s just background noise.
The fly is more interesting than the mind numbing crap they put on T.V these days.
That’s my opinion anyway.