Dream: I’m on holiday with my parents, apparently. I don’t know what town we’re in, but we’re staying in bungalows – my parents in one, myself in another. It’s late at night and I’ve just come home (where had I been?) when I notice Mum walking past, holding her torch as usual. I’m not really sure why she’d be outside at the moment, but it’s nice that she’s able to let me into my bungalow (perhaps I’d lost my keys? »
I’m standing at the intersection of Toorak Rd and Chapel St when a silver BMW convertible passes through with its top down and a back seat full of large, gold-framed art. »
I’m walking past a collection of high-rise housing commission flats as I make my way north. In a block just near the road I can see a guy leaning on the balcony, watching the traffic go by. It’d make a nice photo, but I’m ever-conscious of taking somebody’s photo without permission – it seems a little rude, so I leave him be. »
A tall, thin, capped individual does the Mobile Phone Conversation Shuffle: hand against one ear, staring at the ground, pacing in a slow, lazy circle as he talks. »
Exiting the New Quay carpark, we pass some young Chinese guys posing next to their expensive sports cars as a girlfriend runs out (almost in front of our oncoming car) to take their photo. It’s another world, completely. »