The black line is an old track and through constant use has become wider. The track is becoming barely recognisable. The old pad/track has been consumed with time, and being consumed the expectation is waning and old memories can be lost. The red, white and yellow lines are eroding and losing the vividness and vitality that once was. This is an old person’s movement, like walking with a stick. The old person is moving through the landscape and he remembers where everything is but the clarity is breaking down. Even the djedalak is being transformed and it does not represent the country it once did.
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