just call me Mr Invisible trying to make my way along Toorak Rd to the office every person I pass on the street seems to just expect that i’ll move out of their way because I’m only one person and can’t I see how much more important they all are? in the afternoon on the way back to the bus it’s the same all over again and then when i’m standing at the bus stop »
last weekend feels so far away helping a company move between buildings my job was to ensure packets flowed appropriately now that it’s all over life drifts back to normal i’m not just coming home and hitting the mattress so i could be up in time to continue the next day and i’m not sure if it’s good to say that i enjoyed the experience of throwing everything to one side »
i spent a few days up north in conferenceville, staying a twenty minute walk away from a building of small rooms where I’d spend hours being talked at about popular ways to shift zeros and ones from one place to another. there wasn’t time for much else – I never quite got the chance to visit an old favourite record shop, but leaving the overcrowded conference party early gave me the chance to walk home through the city at night. »
the sun hits we’re heading north in a slow trickle of late afternoon traffic from a suburb I once knew better a decade ago a little earlier as i devoured a quick lunch at the nearby sandwich shop I thought I heard his voice that familiar european tinge but knew it wasn’t him. »
my life has become a parade of broken things a measurement of time between discovery and resolution every day there’s more every day i feel further from tranquility. »