Toilet Dwelling Emperor

Mount Anne Circuit

Mount Anne Circuit

Is home a place or a feeling?

On the slopes of breathtaking ridges of wild beauty, where time stopped but also exists in a state of violent change with every gust of westerly wind, I could not bring myself to sing.

Every song I tried to hum faded away in the vastness of the valleys.

Anne was kind to us, so did Eliza, Sarah-Jane and Lot’s wife. When the winds forget, beautiful silence echos in the cliffs, sprinkled with tickle, trickle of small streams.

I want this place to be my home, but all the signs advise me against it. “Life threatening, severe hazards” declares the warning sign at the start of the hike.

I walked here as a nomad and then I was the temporary emperor of polymeric flexi textile, nano-fibres, ultralights and sexy tights.

My temporary empire, my safety, my shelter, on the edge of the cliff or the shore of the lake, is a plastic sheet stretched on metal bars made abroad.

I’m wrapped in a vortex of Goretex, traversing the landscape in search for place of peace and rest for the body, a refuge of safety where the empire of my soul can expand and concur the fears and the peaks.

A place of resting where there is an exposed black bucket with a lid where I can do a poo and look at the view.

I am a toilet dwelling emperor, responsible for not shitting where the drinking water comes from.

How long can I sustain my empire?

Be a plastic emperor?

Is home a place or a feeling?

Mount Anne Circuit Track

lutruwita / Tasmania

December 2021

Waratah and Mount Anne


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