tales from an ordinary world

2001-12-04

Ride with me. Escapist lunch break. Smug feeling as I survey cafe menus, knowing where I'll end up eating anyway. Karmic reaction when I see my intended destination is closed. My watch says I've been out too long already, and I walk on.

The Esplanade's pretty empty. Occasional tram passing, sound of metal rolling on metal. Cloudy but clear, I can see Williamstown across the bay. I can remember days spent here, just down there, staring off into the sea. Sometimes I longed for company, sometimes they were next to me but unattainable, and sometimes we were there, together. I feel like I've walked that pier a hundred times, a hundred ways. A sea full of jellyfish once. Or the lazy sunbathers. But every time I'd find a rock to sit on, away from the numbers, and stare into the depths, searching my soul for answers it'd take me a long time to find.

Breakfast menu on Fitzroy St - eggs benedict but the toast's too crusty, missing the taste, the feel I was hoping for.

Do I want to be here ? I want to go.