you pay for the good times with empty mornings after and the feeling that whatever it is you’re doing it ought to be something else slightly more fulfilling a meal or two later things don’t seem so desperate but the thought’s still there blinking slowly like a standby light on an appliance you hadn’t used for a while now. »
we hit the road i took my old seat behind dad to ensure an authentic experience and headed north west past the calder raceway where mum said “i came here in 1968” “as part of your assimilation” i joked? “yeah, that and the MCG” she’d never been to either one since i’ve never been to either one at all the sun hit me through the window and the yellow hills all looked »
days move on dream on tell me what tell me something on the edge of some broken forever faint music follows me around when the streets have bigger buildings it sounds like a circus but when you’re on the open road it sounds comfortably lonely »
i wasn’t enjoying the tram ride anyway an odd smell coming from the vicinity of a boy/girl couple the girl just staring around moodily while the boy sat behind and snarled “i’m gonna beat that cunt up in a second” so it was a relief to be rung up and asked to return to let a keyless co-worker into the office whereupon afterwards I lazily took a taxi the driver watched the trams »
marooned on the island of errands this morning but after a breakfast stop the warmth of the sun and an intense lethargy it all washes over me slow and thick so i retreat to the north hopping off the tram here and there forcing myself to walk a bit so I don’t fall asleep in public maybe it’s the remnants of yesterday afternoon’s sudden headache but i hide at home »