tales from an ordinary world

1999-08-28

Lightheaded - sudden climate changes affect me so much today - I step into a warm stuffy music shop and the disorientation overwhelms me for a moment. Same thing as I step off the train at Ripponlea, out into the cool air...

"It's like this: chess is an art. You can do one art, you can do them all." - Martin Amis, The Coincidence of the Arts.

In Balaclava now. Two girls sit in the café, hunched over their maths homework, with their lip balm, mobile phone, coffee and cigarettes strewn around the table. Seeking silence of a sort, I sit at my usual outside table, read my book and watch the people stroll by.

I grab the Pulp CD and go for a walk around the block to kill another hour...the rain starts falling but not in an annoying manner - the slight mist is fairly pleasant...as much as these things can be.

I've been walking a bit more again lately, in terms of just wandering the streets around where I live. I started doing it in the first year of uni when I was still living with my parents...I couldn't study, my mind was far too restless, and I just needed to get out of the house. So I walked. and walked. and walked. I didn't really go anywhere in particular, I'd just try a street I'd never walked down before, and see where it went. By the time I moved out of home I'd walked most of the streets in Glen Waverley. It was something to do.