As the winter sun begins to rise above the towering buildings of the city of Brisbane, Burnum Yileen, a young, aboriginal man lies on a park bench, passed out from the night before. His blanket is a page of yesterday's newspaper yet he is not cold, for his bottle of Metho, the contents now consumed, fills his body with a fiery warmth.
Burnum was awakened by the screech of the first train into Central station, which would bring with it the cruel, upper-class businessmen and women. As they swiftly advanced out of the station and across the park, Burnum received several stares of disgust fro…
