He was a tireless bushwalker. He thought nothing of setting out, with a water-flask and a few bites of food, for a hundred-mile walk along the Ranges. Then he would come home, out of the heat and light, and draw the curtains, and play the music of Buxtehude and Bach on the harpsichord. The orderly progressions, he said, conformed to the contours of the Central Australian landscape.
Aboriginal Creation myths tell of the legendary totemic beings who had wandered over the continent in the Dreamtime, singing out the name of everything that crossed their path–birds, animals, plants, rocks, waterholes–and so singing the world into existence.
Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines (1987)