My initial impulse is the profound displacement the Pilbara locates within us. I'm also thinking of the earth as a 'reflective surface', and about artists embedded in place and space. About reciprocity, of relations lost and found, and our ontological desire to construct and communicate. Of moments that defy imagination. Of latent images and their genealogies, of landscape theory, subjectivity, and comparative histories. Of the landscape as a social practice, and an emotional necessity. I'm all over the place at the moment, but that is perhaps also worth writing about.