Somehow, one never really runs away, or I never have, and I find that the faster I go the more catches up with me… all the while time stands, to me, still – straight up and down like a great white sheet.
I am quite reactionary about Aussies travelling. Why, we’ve only been here a hundred years. What can be added by going before we are here? – that is not right but for we are here, but only just here. If we don’t hold what we have we may never find it again, so delicate a thing it is, yet it gives the appearance of being overpowerful on close examination… I don’t think a change of location can answer our questions.