An open window

Sometimes I feel the pressing weight of familiarity but most days I still feel that the window of exploration is well and truly open. 

Down the East Coast

Drawn to the water, I sat myself on one of the sandstones that formed over thousands of years. Gazing over the beach, I was swept away with the enormity of the coastline. With the view framed by Tin Pan Bay and Double Island Point, all the senses came to life.

A gentle desert

When the rains came, they told me I was ‘stuck’. Unless I wanted to retrace my steps back along the bitumen, travelling the Oodnadatta Track would require an extreme patience and a real slowing down.

No time for agendas

Trying to attach a person’s political views to their position on COVID-19 is a fairly fruitless activity. Take away the extremes, and there is a world of convergence.

Life over the border

I had to adjust to two realities. The first was that if I didn’t want to be in ‘lockdown’ then I would have to stay on the road. The second was that to be on the road I would need to get over the sense of guilt that goes with having that freedom.

Imagination’s edge

Bourke has drilled home how comfortable I’ve become in my own Australian bubble. It’s been a painful reminder of how little time I spend thinking about and even more importantly feeling the legacy of dispossession and subjugation that the bubble is based on.

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