Why did the swaggie try to get more salt into himself? Because he wanted to become a more savoury character... and because his legs ache at night. Just said 'seeya' to Moruya and soon to be 'hello' to Mogo.
Letter : 18th March
On my way to Bodalla today I saw a snake that had recently been struck by some rapid object along the road. As it squirmed I considered what could be done to sooth whatever terrible agony it must be going through. Establishing that there was very little I could do, I watched as a silver ute, unsighted by the caravan it followed, with a final double blow, finished the animal. Now I'm left with the sickening crack and distasteful image of the carnage.
The road is littered with monuments and unrecognisable carcasses, the skeletons of our way of life. They are our loved ones and the natural heritage of the place we call home. It's a reminder of the price we are willing to pay for keeping a way of life I grew up with.
The people I see make the places where I go. The cars and roads connect it all together. But I've been considering why people look at me like I'm a Tasmanian Tiger, and it's because I'm a person connecting all these places together; not a machine like everyone's used to.
There's a price paid for being dependant on labor saving devices like cars and I guess I'm not as willing to pay as I once was.
Swaggie
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