tales from an ordinary world
2001-05-26
Grey skies, cormorants and swans, apartment blocks by the freeway[1], and Herring Island somewhere in the middle, as if it should be bobbing up and down in the water. Stories about bridges[2].
1: I like freeway signs, the greenness, the font, the "hey, this leads to somewhere" feeling. But what if this was just outside, visible from my glass-barricaded balcony every day ? Would I come to resent that I'm looking at the signs, but not following them ? Would I turn into somebody who can't sleep without the sound of traffic drifting softly in through closed doors and windows ?
2: ...such as "why there's a big kink in the road on the south end of the Punt Road bridge"...
"I found it to be quite overwhelming."
