tales from an ordinary world

2001-12-08

I sat at Blue Corn and read my book, and once my stomach was happy I headed for St Kilda Beach, to stand on the little pier with the wind in my head. A little too windy to stay there for long, unfortunately. Especially when they've removed the lower deck, where I used to sit for a few hours on a nice afternoon and read, years ago. I took a photo for 3 people, who'd come along behind me and were busily taking photos of each other, at each end of the deck, smiling and laughing and leaning out over the water.

I moved down to the wider, concrete part of the pier and sat on the edge, watching the water and the seaweed and the wrapper from somebody's bottle of Sprite curling in the water like a snake.

I was tired of being here, though. Too many people. I figured I'd head inwards. A stroll through Balaclava, but I figured I wouldn't spend money (nice t-shirt though, that I left behind...). Caulfield Park seemed like it had enough space for me. I read my book for a while, joggers and recreational walkers passing me and my palm tree by. I put Yo La Tengo's Fakebook in my discman and shuffled off for a walk around the inner part of the park, aching along to their beautiful music.