tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-31

The city was an open book. An alleyway I'd never walked down, a shop I'd never paid attention to, and lunch at somewhere I'd never eaten before. The rain turned on and off like a faulty tap. We step out onto Bourke St - some kid materialises next to me and quietly croaks "chasin' ?" but I ignore him, trying to focus on the objective at hand. I was struggling to keep up with the task-switching I'd been doing all week. What did I miss ?