Only later do you know the side that you were on

In 1844, Charles Sturt set off with a company of men into the Australian interior. Along with him he brought a boat, hoping to sail it on the great “inland sea” at the centre of the continent, the existence of which he was completely certain of. Had this sea really existed, Sturt would have been hailed as a visionary, a hero true to his convictions in the face of others’ disbelief. Instead, he is remembered as an unfortunate character, the victim of his own boundless but groundless optimism. This work is a tribute to Sturt and all those like him who perhaps should have given up, but did not.