On a not-unpleasant afternoon, I hopped off the train a couple of stops early and set off on a meandering path that would take me home through previously unchartered streets. The camera came out as I spied all manner of things – numbers, signs, playing cards and rusty scooters. This simple feeling of discovery, of anticipation when you turn a corner, is what keeps me alive. One day I’ll know every street in this town, and then it’ll be time to move on. »
I thought about saying “I saw you on the internet the other day” but held back, figuring it might not sound right. »
should I be angry about the government? man’s inhumanity to man? no wait i’ve got it it’s time to stop feeling angry. isn’t it? »
Don’t look at the platform behind you. Don’t count the number of eastern-suburb-bound trains heading past while you wait for anything going towards Clifton Hill. It just doesn’t matter. Really. You’ll be home soon enough. When she gets home, I’m staring out the bedroom window taking the photo up above. My camera eye has faded over the past month as I’ve withdrawn into work. Photography (and writing) feels like physical exercise – if I do it regularly I always see photos to take or words to write, but once I fall out of it I have to push myself to get back into the rhythm. »
The battle of the coffee shops in our office building rages on as they both try to win my heart and mind. The franchise shop is perhaps quicker, but the other one remembers my name. Yesterday, the franchise shop gave me a “loyalty card”. This morning the other shop knew exactly what I was about to order, even though I’ve been there about four times in total. »