I’m reminded why people go on honeymoons. The post-wedding week is meant to be a pleasant one, but instead I’m hacking together cables out of twisted wires and wondering why something I’m trying to do just won’t work. Much time is spent on the phone, staring out at a breathtaking view that darkens with the passing afternoon. It’s all changing outside. But not in here. I look forward to a quiet weekend with my wife. »
The city’s awash with video. Hip-clothed Japanese guys haul big cameras on shoulders through Bourke St Mall as my tram glides past. When I alight a few blocks away a suited man and woman are taking turns with a little hand-held unit, filming each other in front of a large building. »
A procession of train travellers reading PowerPoint presentations all printed the same way (2-up), inhaling the new Word (have you heard the Good News?) as they head to work. Later, a restaurant window proclaims Nothing Is Bad Everything Good OK Thank You But who’s reading that? Only me. »
time rolls on weekend hits hyperspace already it’s gone and over and done good times good times sleep won’t come to me work looms over me no rest for the wicked i guess i should be taking more photos but instead i’m doing more work i gotta stick to my own priorities or i’ll just get bitter again it’s been raining so much these days but i always seem to miss it i should count my blessings i know i know so many places to go on a weekday but nothing really going on in any of ’em so what now? »
little changes, all at once. rediscovering old books (after unpacking a few boxes of them I’d left alone for a few years). another office to get used to, in another part of town i never really got to know well in this kind of way. dividing my time between all the people who want it. i’m on the way home again, watching the curve of the rails as we turn north just after rushall station, feeling all self-conscious about daring to look at other people in the carriage while I wonder what they’re thinking about? »