tales from an ordinary world

2000-08-06

The endless procession of technology. All these identical boxes with increasing numbers on them. A town hall full of this stuff, swarms of people milling around the rows of stalls with the same collection of boxes, asking for prices or just silently staring and moving on. Today I'm in the latter category - poking my nose around, trying to get excited about hardware. But this is not my life, so I shuffle out and head down Glenferrie Road where there's a nice little second hand CD shop. I'm trying not to spend too much money so I pass on that new David Holmes CD for the time being, even though it was fairly cheap. Some other time. I'm practising being good. None of the cafés along this strip seem sufficiently empty out front for me to feel like stopping - I walk onwards, down to the park. More kids playing lacrosse. It's a nice day to be outside. Time for a gin and lime at home, later on. I kinda miss those sunny afternoons spent in Café Sahara, staring out the window onto Swanston St with drink in hand. They were nice times.