Environment and climate

Every time I see a bird or bee these days,’ a friend says when we are talking on the phone, ‘I find myself wondering if it’s the last.

‘This wandering essay searches for a deeper understanding of the Indigenous sensorium, as manifest in the resonating power of water in a time dominated by narratives of environmental chaos.’

‘I’m not worried about you finding all this, I’m worried about how you’re gonna speak it.’

On 7 February 2009, the Black Saturday bushfires ravaged Victoria and ended the lives of 173 people. At the site…

‘Writing ecocentric fiction is relational. Like ecology, like phenomenology. Like a medicine bundle. Like a carrier bag.’

‘My longing for a baby will seep through my life, but if having a disability has taught me anything, it is that there are limits to my ability to support my art and a child, just as there are limits to the resources of our world.’

‘This was the first field trip the researchers had organised together. Everything was, to some extent, tentative and provisional.’

‘Perhaps a place is a mind one can learn to share. Perhaps a place is a body one can inhabit and care for as if it were one’s family, one’s lover. One’s self.’

This quiet dying is all around us. In my childhood summer nights were punctuated by the yips and barks of geckoes, their soft bodies moving across walls, pale in the half-light. I have not seen a gecko in a decade, maybe more.

A track is memory. A track is relief. A track is company. A track is faith.