Intermission: “A clang. A ring. Steel on steel.”

A clang.

A ring. Steel on steel.

The Crashes. Heat.

Pounding on your memory.

You see it. You hear it. You feel it.

Molten steel.

Pouring through your veins.

Boiling from the inside.

Your ears are burning.

The sound is continuous.

Percussive. Consuming.

Crashing into you as the heat washes over you.

It’s beautiful.

An ocean of sound in a city of heat.

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(Text by Jess Morgan, written after visiting the Port Kembla Steelworks, May 2011.)