'It's near silent in the early morning dawn-light hours. Now and again, zombie-like figures pop up in the headlights of the trawling ute. They keep walking, dumb and ghostly, and have to be startled with the flicking on-off-on-off of the high beams. Confused, they stagger away from the light, clearing the road. They're lost, looking for something to do, somewhere to sleep, someone to sleep with.' (Publication abstract)