Don’t look at the platform behind you.
Don’t count the number of eastern-suburb-bound trains heading past while you wait for anything going towards Clifton Hill.
It just doesn’t matter.
Really.
You’ll be home soon enough.
When she gets home, I’m staring out the bedroom window taking the photo up above. My camera eye has faded over the past month as I’ve withdrawn into work. Photography (and writing) feels like physical exercise – if I do it regularly I always see photos to take or words to write, but once I fall out of it I have to push myself to get back into the rhythm. »
The battle of the coffee shops in our office building rages on as they both try to win my heart and mind. The franchise shop is perhaps quicker, but the other one remembers my name. Yesterday, the franchise shop gave me a “loyalty card”. This morning the other shop knew exactly what I was about to order, even though I’ve been there about four times in total. »
I’m reminded why people go on honeymoons. The post-wedding week is meant to be a pleasant one, but instead I’m hacking together cables out of twisted wires and wondering why something I’m trying to do just won’t work. Much time is spent on the phone, staring out at a breathtaking view that darkens with the passing afternoon. It’s all changing outside. But not in here. I look forward to a quiet weekend with my wife. »
The city’s awash with video. Hip-clothed Japanese guys haul big cameras on shoulders through Bourke St Mall as my tram glides past. When I alight a few blocks away a suited man and woman are taking turns with a little hand-held unit, filming each other in front of a large building. »
A procession of train travellers reading PowerPoint presentations all printed the same way (2-up), inhaling the new Word (have you heard the Good News?) as they head to work.
Later, a restaurant window proclaims
Nothing Is Bad
Everything Good
OK Thank You
But who’s reading that? Only me. »