the restaurant’s empty but the door’s open we walk in figuring we’d been neglecting it a bit lately what with the new one just across the road and all but nobody comes she even walks up to the kitchen where we hear movement and says “hello?” but nothing they can’t say we didn’t try it’s nothing fancy no stone lions in the entry way but i guess it just seems »
it’s that kind of evening “i got the fear” the phone rings i recoil i can’t not tonight please »
a warm tram home women jostle for seats as we trundle up brunswick street on the way in this morning more drinkers one talker plus a few listeners saying “yair” or “too right” every few sentences the talker says how he gets on with the aboriginals ’cause he’s spiritual too y’know if he puts his jumper on backwards it stays that way all day »
empty weekend attempting to make use of the extra time while i couldn’t use the laptop but feeling like i couldn’t go too far just in case i was a few minutes out the door and had to turn back to help for instance so i stayed close and felt vulnerable in the afternoon sun ipod on random when purple sneakers popped up maybe that’s what started it off »
8:30am and there’s a drunk woman on the tram chatting away to everybody the kids going to school then a young mother with her baby strapped to her chest it’s as if life is one big endless conversation for this woman though she pauses to swig some more red wine from a water bottle every now and then. “you’ve got hair in your ears.” she tells an old man »