Nowhere Is A Long Line

The Golden Highway, says Roo-kai. Write it.

No, says Terence. What's the point? It's con-virgin.

Converging, says Gaius. 

So where is it? asks Terence.

Where it always is, says Gaius. It's ourselves and Merriwa that are converging.

So, no dots, says Terence. Or one big one.

You are probably right, says Gaius. 

What's in Merriwa? asks Terence.

Let me see, says Gaius. Ah, this is interesting.

Another Drip? asks Wittgenstein.

No, says Gaius. Battery Rock. A spectacular basalt rock formation.

Let's see, says Roo-kai. 

He looks at the photo on Gaius's smart phone. Ooh! 

Estimated to be around thirty five million years old, says Gaius. 

That's as old as me, says Terence.

You are made of cement, says Gaius. 

I didn't mean me exactly, says Terence. 

Nothing like you, says Gaius.

Where is it? asks Wittgenstein. 

Unfortunately, says Gaius, it's fifteen kilometres to the east.

Too bad, says Wittgenstein. Is there a photo?

Yes, says Roo-kai. It looks like hundreds of broken lead pencils sticking out of the earth.

What a sight. I'll be sorry to miss it, says Wittgenstein.

How come we never stop anywhere? says Terence.

Gaius's phone rings, It's Sweezus. 

Hey! says Sweezus. We've arrived in Taree.

Jumping Jupiter! says Gaius. We're just short of Merriwa.

No worries, says Sweezus. Arthur and me are going to head down to the coast. 

Fine, says Gaius. You do that. We'll see you in a few hours.

Can I talk to him? asks Terence.

Certainly, says Gaius. He hands Terence the phone.

Guess what? says Terence. I've made a map of our journey. It's got all the places we've stopped at.

Cool, little buddy, says Sweezus. Where've you stopped at?

NOWHERE! says Terence. It's just a LONG LINE!