Respect this place...but they never did. It looked like nowhere, but its rich beyond all measure. I take it as a sign and bracket out its colonial intentions.

They once were here. Camping around the fire. Who knows for how many millennia? In the "60s it was my old mates, working on the railway in their youth. Camped out on the flat while the white fettlers camped in the siding cottage. My walk goes on into the distant future.

I always knew it was there, but looking from the old camp one has one's doubts. As I get closer, there is excitement, I'm filled with expectations. What was not, has suddenly become.

Kadimakara still sleep in these waters, their forms still expressed in mud.

Dingo was here too

The return back past the old camps. The remnant of steam-powered civilization’s outpost framed tiny on the vast space of this place. Reconstructing the long walk, I would be at least 11 days south of my destination, over a day south of the nearest human habitation. I am thrilled to be here. The railway is long gone. For all the environmental impact statements, the future mining incursions into the artesian water, the release of carbon to the atmosphere, the real impacts remain unknown. I am celebrating a little of civilization’s failures. Like the dingo, I am not sure what happens next. Am I alert, still reading the experience as it happens?


Reformatted January 2017

And who is this?