Outback
I love Australian outback. It is the sunrise sprawling over the barren land at the curbside of silver city hwy, finding my old acquaintance’s name on the broken hill regional gallery’s celebration plate, big laugh on the rooftop of my car with my anon friend who was on a suspicious sick leave, on an unnamed hill outside of mundi mundi bash; sunset at the random lunar surface next to the waste facility of Lightning Ridge with a suspicous man watching us setting up the camp.
At the beginning of this year I fantasized about being the new Asian woman of a remote outback town, living a life with a three bedroom house, an old truck, a random job and being a creative in the rest of my time. I do painting, blacksmithing, and more. Having a proper set of tools in my garage and a forge in my backyard and a lover come over every Friday nightt. He doesn’t understand the shits I make but he has solid shoulders and he loves my cooking.
However this life never came true.
The further away we are from civilisation, the less we worr