tales from an ordinary world

2000-04-07

The night consists of strange, unyielding hours. Messages are carried by the wind, but we rarely notice them as they obscure the starlight. Cars dart amongst the backstreets of Melbourne Town, carrying people to their friday night destinations. Radios receive the comforting sounds of companionship. Like spokes on a wheel, the train lines carry revellers towards the city centre. Elsewhere, lone figures roam suburbia, bracing themselves in the cold as they search for things we'll never quite understand.

I am needy.

We are all needy.

In the distance, a shooting star gasps its final firey breath of life into the atmosphere. The soundtrack begins.

I have a party to attend.