We eat fast on a cold night. I haven’t been to this restaurant for about six years, and I’m conscious of how improbably different my life is now – I was never so good at seeing my future, but things have worked out ok – in spite of myself, I might sometimes say. »
…a collection of orange peel scattered across the road. …a ferris wheel off in the distance at the Royal Melbourne Show. »
I’ve been feeling not too unlike these Williamstown trees lately – bent sideways by the wind, but still attempting to maintain a sense of…uprightness? Life seems to be catching up with me somehow – 2 week colds, wrist pains and a feeling that the little light at the end of the tunnel’s moved back a while. Still, I’m lucky to have time to get outside once in a while. Mustn’t grumble, and all that. »
There’s a girl with multicoloured shoelaces, legs akimbo on the floor as she pages through one of a dozen Kurt Cobain books on the shelf above her. Meanwhile, I’m raising an eyebrow at the sign saying “kraftwork” in the middle of some CDs. »
I wanted to go back and take a photo of the deep-sea diving suit and the question mark but the phone call suggested otherwise. The world punishes us somehow for choosing to work part-time, I guess. »