the country sped by in all its dusted brown glory for the second time in one day and it was only 2pm i’d finished my work had a bit of a walk around town and hopped on the train home i should’ve stayed longer but felt defeated by thoughts of peak hour public transport of things to be done and of people and their expectations of my availability so I left »

an early morning train ride to ballarat

girl on the platform writes sideways, words streaming away from her mouth. we leave by dark. Dead ferris wheel looms in the distance, underlit. outer suburbs. Lights in the distance, occasional tail-lights as a car moves out, away from here. red flash of a crossing, erased by the low whirr of a passing train. Morning light is coming, slowly. colours are still muted; occasional patches of green grass, and everything else. »