flying low

spring racing signs in glenhuntly road, elsternwick.

Another old haunt, subtly but only slightly different in the 8 months since I left

all this behind. I’m eating in a restaurant alone and there’s two other

people here, talking about their unhappy lives. It’s depressing how many people

seem unhappy these days – whenever I can’t escape overhearing cafe

conversations, it always seems to be about how somebody’s unhappy at work

or home or both. Fortunately the waitress is all smiles. I don’t think I’d

cope, otherwise.