melbourne

I wandered around for about 3 and a half hours, but I still couldn’t shake the anger from my bones. »

I explored a couple of suburbs I never spend much time in, and watched how the new streets worked. Where did the people go? »

Little unexpected things. A sudden smile from a stranger while I’ve got From a Motel 6 going on the headphones. Rain on my PDA. A battered Eureka flag waving in the wind across the street, from a building site. Later, towards home, somebody looks left, another pulls the tram cord and a third starts to stir from the stairs. »

I followed the concreted creek bed, twisting and turning next to the freeway. There wasn’t really much going on, apart from a car in pieces, and a bit of birdlife once the concrete gave way to a bike path alongside a more “real” creek. But only just. I pressed on to the Docklands, and watched security cars slowly pass me by as I passed what must’ve been those movie studios, all brightly painted with big numbers on the side. »

It’s been a day without music, for no particular reason other than that I didn’t quite get to turning it on. The best thing to do today was to sleep for 12 hours, find an open café and then walk to see a film, all on one’s own. Letting a couple of words resonate in my head on the walk back, and letting the camera bob up and down in my left hand like an exercise weight. »