CTRL-Z: Love In The Time Of Anarchy
Wish I could undo the last nine months. Control-Z my stupid decisions until it was just us again. You and me versus the world. Soulful, earthy, pianissimo. For millennia, the loose vibrations of lips on a far-off didgeridoo have filled the wide-open spaces of this ancient land—their land—with a hymn of praise for creation itself. Always was, always will be. Mimicked animal sounds—kookaburras, dingoes, kangaroos—blend with the notes of humanity and rise from the ruddy sun-baked dirt to welcome the sun. Nowadays, squatting in Australia's Red Centre...