Because regardless of who or what or why, the destruction will stop. Whether by people changing course, or by the violence of destruction making continuation impossible. And when it does, we will still be Country. Proof of our dreaming’s persistence. Existing like Mundagatta, in every now, forever.
From the start of April I set out on a trip across the most mined place in so-called "australia". Starting in Gangulu Country, my grandmothers Country, My Country, my descendants Country.
