tales from an ordinary world

2001-12-26

I had no particular reason to go out, but I didn't want to stay home. In the city, I saw people ducking for cover in the rain, looking disappointedly in the window of the closed Birkenstock shop, rifling through messy piles of clothes in department stores, queueing up for the escalators. Chapel St didn't seem so desperate, but I'd made it to High St when I decided I'd rather just hop on a tram and eat in St Kilda instead. I didn't buy a thing. I lifted up random items, assessed their worth, and couldn't bring myself to take home any more objects, even if they were cheaper than usual, or whatever. It just didn't seem to matter.