melbourne

the height of this new-fangled bus seat perfectly aligns my eyes with a thick black window frame i can only see up to the heavens or down to the passing wheels and asphalt. »

walk down another street take the train not the tram leave the music at home my mind hums little frequencies this morning it’s amazing what a good night’s sleep can do for you. »

i’m ever conscious of timing one can’t do everything at once. my mind itches but we have another particular project to scratch before I can act. »

some days i can’t even just walk to work from the tram stop without some fucker trying to run me down from a side street in his VW Golf. pedestrians, eh? so troublesome for the upstanding ve-hickle owner how dare we slow them down? how dare we suggest that perhaps we did have right of way? how dare we presume to exist? »

the sun returns to town we’re passing old buildings while I try to make something of this roll of film from crumpled old signs and patterns on a wall »