Conflicted

I’ve driven deep into the heart of the Australian continent, thousands of kilometers, only to discover that I’ve ended up in fucking Disney World.

In 1973, the Australian government relocated & concentrated all lodging facilities around Uluru to the newly-formed town of Yulara about a ten minute drive away, outside the boundaries of the national park.  This town and its airport have metastasized into a ritzy resort complex.The view of the desert from my balcony.Corporate art, like a  horribly distorted map of the continent.(I realize my own hypocrisy and complicity in staying here.  I remain a reluctant foot soldier of late-stage capitalism.)