Published 17 April 2009 · Main Posts my favourite things Andrew I like car wreckers and scrap metal dealers and large recycling operations. I like landfill sites. I like waste transfer stations and telephone exchanges. I like water plants and pumping sheds. I like electricity substations and high tension lines and the land beneath them. I like railway yards and freight terminals. I like the weeds that grow there. I like the secret places people dump refrigerators and stained mattresses. I like the undersides of overpasses. I like yellow earthmoving machinery and the pressed steel plates put over their cabins at night. I like the bodies of birds caught on barbed wire. I like the smell of diesel exhaust and engine grease and sump oil. I like shipping containers and nights lit by sodium arc. I like the sides of creeks that run through industrial estates. I like brutal utility and elegant simplicity. I like how the earth reclaims everything, the endless cycle unfolding. I like how apparent this process is at the city’s seams. [crossposted] Andrew More by Andrew › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 10 November 202311 November 2023 · Subscriberthon 2023 On the final day of Subscriberthon, Overland’s most important members get to have their say Editorial Team BORIS A quick guide to another year of Overland, from your trusty feline, Boris. I liked the ginger cat story, though it made my human cry. I liked the talking cat, too, but I’m definitely in the “not wasting my time learning to talk” camp. But reading is good. And writing is fun, though it’s been challenging […] 1 First published in Overland Issue 228 9 November 20239 November 2023 · Subscriberthon 2023 On the second-last day of Subscriberthon, Overland’s co-chief editor Evelyn Araluen speaks truth to power Editorial Team To my friends and comrades, I’m not sure if there’s language to communicate how this last month has utterly changed me. This time a few weeks ago the busyness and chaos of bricolage arts and academic labour had so efficiently distracted me from my anxiety about the upcoming referendum that I forgot to prepare myself for its inevitable conclusion.