tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-26

"I left my baby by the side of the highway
she just didn't see things my way.
Someday I'm gonna treat you good."
Sparklehorse

The schoolgirl on the morning tram has this hard, bunched-up look on her face, like she'll grow up to be one of those women with a permanent tiny frown. I'd always wondered how such things began.

At the train station this evening, everybody seems to be talking to me - "hello, Cos" - I whip around, and someone's on the phone. Then there's this coughing sound from a different direction, the kind of sound you make to grab someone's attention...but when I look up there's only a guy buried in his novel. It's all getting too distracting - time to don the headphones and zone out. Even the everpresent graffiti at Malvern station makes less sense than usual.