melbourne

the spaces between work are small but nonetheless i find myself at home more often than not in a loop of doing more work at the kitchen table keeping cool with the cat and not getting beyond the next suburb or two all weekend. »

i took a tram heading south two girls shared an ipod and talked rather loudly over it until one of them exclaimed when she saw a ball of insects swarming beneath a fluorescent light outside the home loan centre »

just call me Mr Invisible trying to make my way along Toorak Rd to the office every person I pass on the street seems to just expect that i’ll move out of their way because I’m only one person and can’t I see how much more important they all are? in the afternoon on the way back to the bus it’s the same all over again and then when i’m standing at the bus stop »

last weekend feels so far away helping a company move between buildings my job was to ensure packets flowed appropriately now that it’s all over life drifts back to normal i’m not just coming home and hitting the mattress so i could be up in time to continue the next day and i’m not sure if it’s good to say that i enjoyed the experience of throwing everything to one side »

the sun hits we’re heading north in a slow trickle of late afternoon traffic from a suburb I once knew better a decade ago a little earlier as i devoured a quick lunch at the nearby sandwich shop I thought I heard his voice that familiar european tinge but knew it wasn’t him. »