A world in a grain of sand: the Malakunanja II diaries

The guns were the first to catch my eye. One, two, three of them, looming larger than life on the rock wall. One sits above a figure in white kaolin clay, hands on waist, pipe in mouth, broad-brimmed hat: the familiar whitefella stance. Amidst the array of Dreaming creatures, these signs of contact are stark.