tales from an ordinary world

2000-06-19

I step onto the evening tram to find some guy plucking out Paul Kelly's From St Kilda to King's Cross. It isn't a wonderful rendition, but the song itself evokes memories...moments...and to set my conscience clear (if nothing else) I give the guy a buck for bringing back those feelings.

I'm still being seduced by the guilty pleasures of the Pernice Brothers' album. You'll be prying it out of my dead, cold fingers. It's an easy trap to fall into, with this kind of music.

The dark night, the long road. I'm just a speck in the crowd. How do I beat the clock, how do I win this race ? How can I compete when there seems to be such a disparity between the thoughts and feelings in my head, and what comes out when I talk to someone ? I lack the vocabulary to describe myself. The best I can do is to relate certain moments, and hope they make sense in some kind of bigger picture.