melbourne

I heard a song over the supermarket speakers, and froze. Yeah. that’s it. Let the memory sink in. A chance I let go. Not one I particularly regret, but once in a while you can’t help but wonder, right? »

Every so often you can look up in a clear blue sky, here, and see a 747 flying over – not often enough to annoy, just often enough to make you wistful for time spent elsewhere. You can hear yourself thinking _“I don’t know where it’s going, but I wish I was on it.”_ »

Around the Glen Waverley shops, I notice little signs telling pedestrians to “give way to cars.” Is this the beginning of the end? My old kindergarten was turned into a carpark years ago. Now my childhood dentist has flattened his premises to rebuild. At least the doctor’s still where he always was, or there’d be nothing left to remind me. »

Slow soft-core bleep from the railway crossing up the other end of the street. Other than that it’s just the wind in the trees and me, standing on the front porch. A curious C-shaped cloud in the sky. It’s dark now, and tiny raindrops fall softly from above – not enough to dampen, but just enough to freshen. I didn’t know what to do with myself, trying to take solace in »

I rode the [Pilsner Trail]1, he started on raspberry beer and ended up on a double choc stout. Talk and laugh and scheme and wonder. Lonely whiskey-sodden phone calls punctuated my restfulness. I left without saying goodbye to the cheery bartender, but I’ll be back in a few days time. Same place, different friends. »