'My friend Hobbles Danayari and I once camped together in a brokendown vehicle on a night when it was difficult to sleep. It was just after Christmas; the rains were sporadic, and the heat was intense. We, along with many other people, were visiting a small community north of Yarralin in the Victoria River District of the Northern Territory. Hobbles apparently felt lively that night, and his vitality often sought outlet in stories. During that one night he told me stories which set the agenda for much of the research in which I was then engaged. His stories so expanded my sense of the possible that nine years later I continue to consider the issues of time, space, and narrative which they raised for me.' (Publication abstract)