I took seven years over this work spent all I had my time money & energy Part of the journey was a green riot & part a deathly bleakness I got ill I got well I went to the freedom fighters of West Papua & sang my head off in their highlands I met cannibals infinitely kinder & more trustworthy than the murderous missionaries who evangelize them I anchored a boat to an iceberg where polar bears slept; ate witchetty grubs & visited sea gypsies I found a paradox of wildness in the glinting softness of its charisma for what is savage is in the deepest sense gentle & what is wild is kind In the end
- a strangely sweet result
- I came back to a wild home