28. The Bendigo Train Eighteen carriages, left unsecured, eventually covered with graffiti and strewn with the glass from the broken windows. But to quote from my diaries: Easter Saturday, 2006 early I have a project in mind today. Outside Bendigo there's train graveyard, a few kilometers of now heavily and wonderfully graffiteed and smashed carriages, I've photographed them before, but this time the idea is to photograph every carriage. It's going to take awhile to do. 5:06pm Fuckfuckfuck, it's gone. It's just not there anymore. 2 kilometers of dead train, the greatest piece of installation art ever assembled in this country and it's gone. Probably sold off as scrap metal, which I guess proves that, yet once again, the philistines have the upper hand controlling this country's cultural destiny. I'm shattered, absolutely fucking shattered. It might take awhile to recover. image taken from railgallery.wongm.com