Mining the subs

Although the industrial age is apparently well behind us, the machinery in Sub-urbia never stands still. Hills are flatted, huge holes ripped into sandstone and luxury-tack is erected. The day shift of industrial building armies moves in with serious mining equipment. The noise can be heard over valleys and bays. Decibel is a foreign word. At knock-off time the residents return home, get their power-tools out and build into the night. The stealing of one's peace is unregulated or at least not enforced (seriously).The wheels of industry have priority over the well-being of people. The apparent way out is to build a bunker. Huge walls go up in Sydney. Triple insulation of windows, etc. If all fails, flee to Sea Change and start all over. Clear the bush...