synapse

i was walking through katherine - on the tail-end of my journey, the return trip on the ghan - feeling so self-assured, knowing exactly what i was doing, all because i had saved a bit by walking into town instead of taking a bus. i was bored, though, because katherine on a sunday afternoon had the combined energy of two ants on a treadmill.

by this time, i considered myself highly experienced with turning down aboriginal requests for, variously, money to buy meat, cigarettes, and spare change. the style i adopted had evolved from flat out "no", to "hell, i need money too, can i come with you?" so imagine the warmth of familiarity in my heart when a group of three aboriginals approached me for some kindness on a desolate street. at that very moment i decided to employ a new tactic, because i was an aboriginal from taiwan who could not speak english, was very glad to be on their land, and would love to be in possession of some kindness too. THAT worked like a charm because god knows prolly the only thing aboriginals cant stand is someone exactly like themselves.