tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-16

Every new street I walk down helps turn more of the world into familiar territory. If I had the time I'd walk every street in this city, just so it'd all feel like home. I don't need to own it, I just want to know it.

It's all wheelie-bins and circumstance. Insects and gloom. Sun and rain. Cars, graffiti and fences. Old household items piled up on the often ill-named nature strips. Angry pets. Forgotten front yards.

We can box this up, we can take it home, we can work it out, we can go to sleep, and never have to wake up ever again.