I sat on the bus iPod on shuffle thinking of good and bad moments as a way of passing time on the peak-hour journey up and down Hoddle St. I caught myself madly hitting “next” when a bad memory appeared trying to get to a good one. Maybe one day my life’ll be a song but not yet. »
it seemed to be the perfect day to get things done and so all morning and even into the afternoon I got things done not always completely joyfully but steadily these days don’t come often sometimes I’m too anxious or too sad to notice they’re here and I’m left raging or weeping at another lost day (the passing of time occupies my mind at all sorts of inopportune moments). »
it was time to reconnect with the roads and streets spreading out from my house like blue and red veins some take me out others bring me back i didn’t go far it didn’t quite feel like the right kind of day but a few odd sights and a second-hand record shop set me right and made me feel as if I owned at least a small slice of my time. »
confusion spreads day in day out i try to make tiny adjustments in order to feel i’m being a better person some days it feels right like when i let somebody share my taxi on a crowded friday afternoon and wouldn’t let them pay but that kind of deed is the easy stuff and i still feel as if i founder at other times when it matters more. it’s the post-holiday slump »
i wish i knew what it was that makes melbourne airport so frustrating to return to last time last year the people who guide you into different customs declaration queues made me walk this way and that ordering me around in gruff annoyed voices. this time it was the baggage retrieval my face hurts to think about it i should’ve just let it go and picked it up on the next round »