Postcard from Kakadu

Dear Past Me,

I had a little moment here. I walked around taking in the rock art pieces and their stories. I looked at these hand prints for a few minutes and then… it hit me. They were made twenty thousand years ago. Twenty thousand. That’s an inconceivable amount of time. And yet, they look just like my hands; they look the same. It feels like a portal in time or some other bullshit cliche. The hairs on the back of my neck actually prickled. Whatever you want to call it, it really hit me. You’ll love this country you live in even more at this moment, and feel a disconnected connection to its traditional owners. We’re all the same, but not.

Lots of love,

Future Me


Views from the Barrk Sandstone walk


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