tales from an ordinary world

2001-09-18

I'm sitting on the tram, turning into St Kilda Junction when I look over at the top of the book she's reading next to me, and the half-sentence "is that a Camus in your pocket, or ... ?" pops into my head and I giggle, then look around self-consciously, feeling embarrassed about thinking of something so lame and yet laughing out aloud about it.