Three memories

Three memories of Adhocracy.

The first is of people, lots of people. Applespiel squeezed in to the foyer and so many of us, all over each other on the stairs listening to voices, live and prerecorded.

The second is of quiet solitude by the river with fire. Of sunset, dolphins and fire. Connected and disconnected with country. Slipping away at the first sight of Power.

The last is fresh and warm and only connection. It is ritual and family. It is art, country, it's always about country, and community. It is still going. Off the train, down the ramp.