The Sans Souci Reserve   Australians discuss the end of the world wearing straw hats & cotton shorts. Our festered factories are beyond worry.   The park was once abandoned—so much drugs, rape & robbery. Ten years later they paint the ablutions block & install cameras, there is always money somewhere. Peace lasts six months.   Sitting on the tiny bench I can picture my own renovation, that same energy in defeat. New generations will tan-up on my patched, drought-bitten spine.   The Elvis edifice paves the streets with petrol. Let’s just write about summer, our shade of Blues is…