One force kept propping up while trotting through Tasmania. Even in the foresty heart of Cradle Mountain. The water, the sea, the ocean. And space. It’s simply everywhere. And pulls you in.
Not sure if it made me feel alone, or if I wanted to be.[audio:BlackFlies.mp3]
– No man is an island
This I know
Maybe you were the ocean,
when I was just a stone –