buzz & fade

The Labour in Vain’s playing “If I could talk, I’d tell you”, and later on it’s Teenage Fanclub’s “Bandwagonesque” album. The good old days, they were. »

Trying on some clothes in David Jones, I feel almost overwhelmed by having 5 (or was it 7?) hooks to hang my clothes on. What luxury! Most clothes shops make you get by with one hook, posing a minor dilemma – do you hang your jacket on it, or the new garments? What gets relegated to the floor? It’s a tough choice. »

Everywhere you go, it’s Norah Jones on the CD player. The new Moby, I suppose. This café has a nice long map of all the restaurants and caés along Sydney Road, in a pile amongst other local promo material. I took one, but later that evening I donated it to a friend of a friend, for the Greater Good, you understand. »

We’re driving north and she’s trying to tell me something, but in a roundabout way. I’m distracted by a low-flying 747 crossing the sky to the west. For a small moment, it’s hard to feel like I understand anything. »

“He looks ok,” a co-worker said later after I showed him my photos, “not half-dead or anything.” »