Last October my Dad and I drove from Melbourne to Perth and back in 2 weeks. We drove more than 4 hours on a single dirt road, under the speed limit to avoid hundreds of kangaroos, and before the sun had risen under a sky seemingly only imaginable, and truly unforgettable, so connected and alive. The experience was emotional, sharing time with somebody who knows me so well, yet we remain independent; recognising the expanse and extraordinary features of the landscape, the way they’ve been affected by colonist Australia, or continue to be protected and maintained by Indigenous Australians. It opened up my mind to histories, narratives and ways of living that I hadn’t witnessed before, and will continue to question and engage with. Images and feelings from the trip surface at unexpected moments, another world entered at 130km per hour, breathing, sighing, roaring, singing.