tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-01

I leapt into the hands of fate and the public transport system and still managed to make it on time to see The Man Who Wasn't There. What was a near-empty cinema foyer at 2pm had exploded into a room full of expectant moviegoers by the time the film finished, and all of a sudden I didn't feel like hanging around for another film. It rained. I crossed Grey St, slipping into the sea of people along Fitzroy St. I bought a new umbrella, with the intention on making it through the rain down to Acland St, but by the time I reached the start of the Esplanade I felt foolish for thinking of it. I found food, and walked confusedly through the crowd, readjusting from my 2 hours in filmland and trying to relocate my tenuous grip on the world.