melbourne

…you’re waiting for a train at Camberwell station and there’s posters advertisi>ng laundry liquid specifically intented for keeping one’s black clothes black. »

I had breakfast here on Monday, too, and now I can’t remember if it’s the same face reading that Zadie Smith book (White Teeth), or a different one. »

He sweeps past the café tables on his way to work, sunglasses and headphones and neutral colours – all dressed up like the future. Go forth and create, young man! »

As another button comes loose from my aging black coat, I remove it and place it in my pocket. I can’t imagine I’ll actually do anything with it, but I don’t want to let it go. Soon I’ll have a pile of threads and buttons, and that’ll be all that’s left of this beloved object. Each minor tragedy, each lost button, is another nail in its little box-like coffin. I’m wearing »

I’m waiting for my train to start moving, when I notice a small white rectangular sticker near the door. In rather small writing, it tells me that “anything’s possible!”. Indeed. »