Once again, we visit the protest camp. Our host, come presenter, is another of life’s psycho-nodes who are washed up in the backwaters and eddies of society. Let’s just call him the gate-keeper. He did actually confront us at the gate, fearing we were WMC people.
When asked to expand on the “water issue” at Lake Eyre south, he quickly went off on a conspiracy theory. He told us about the underground, how it’s inhabited by aliens with eyes as big as a phone book. They inject your blood with “irradium” so they can track you. He is an orphan because his mother (who owned a $10,000 green couch) worked for, and was murdered by, the CIA & AMEX. His father died when his pink coupe with black stripes careered off the end of St Kilda Pier. He has a CD that details the genocide of humanity that he has to reveal to the world.
Tomorrow night is a full eclipse of the moon by the earth’s shadow, and he is off to a dance party.
"Words are clumsy pretenders of the images of my mind."
As a practicing artist I have travelled far and wide across Australia, walked on country, camped on country and rolled out my swag. I thank the custodians and I acknowledge the traditional owners of country throughout Australia and their continuing connection to land, culture and community. I pay my respect to Elders past and present.