I’d never actually caught the train to the end of this particular train line before. Just as I’d done at Williamstown a few months ago, I walked around past the end of the tracks “just to see”, as it were, that the line really does finish here. I remember the bridge across the Burwood Highway, I’d been under it many times, but never over it like this. The same places from different angles. »
It’s always a bit odd revisiting places you once frequented, a long time ago. There’s the hairdresser where I first had my hair bleached. I’d just come back to work from a 2-week vacation, I needed to do something to maintain my sense of vitality. I walked into this place on the way home from work and asked “hi, can you bleach my hair?”. Just like that. I’d never done it before. »
…you’re waiting for a train at Camberwell station and there’s posters advertisi>ng laundry liquid specifically intented for keeping one’s black clothes black. »
I had breakfast here on Monday, too, and now I can’t remember if it’s the same face reading that Zadie Smith book (White Teeth), or a different one. »
He sweeps past the café tables on his way to work, sunglasses and headphones and neutral colours – all dressed up like the future. Go forth and create, young man! »