Making Tracks Into The Blue
In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
those who would climb through the hole in the sky.
My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged
from the killing fields, from the bedrooms and the kitchens.
For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet.
The map must be of sand and can’t be read by ordinary light. It
must carry fire to the next tribal town, for renewal of spirit.
From A Map to the Next World by Joy Harjo (1951 - )
*The locals use the beach as a highway round here! The main road is 7km inland and there are no coastal roads so it's often the quickest way from here to there! From tribal beach village to tribal beach village powered by fire and combustion.