As we round the corner from this final eulogy, we see the 33rd bodies hung from the streetlights. Two streetlights, branching out from the same pole, with a single body hanging off each over a dead highway. As we walk out further and more of the highway becomes visible, more and more hung corpses come into view, all the way down the highway, stretching off to the skyscrapers in the distance.
It’s eerie, those corpses just gently swaying in the wind under the crystal blue sky. Several weeks after I first played The Line, I was in a taxi to Melbourne Airport. We drove past a large car park with row after row of very similar streetlights (the single pole splitting into the two lights at the top). As I stared at them through my taxi’s window, I realised I was imagining bodies hanging from each and every one of them. Suffice to say, the rows and rows of modern streetlights used as props for such savagery had an effect on me.