tales from an ordinary world

2002-03-14

There I was, holding a yellow rail near the door at the very back of the tram, where I didn't feel like I was in the way. Lurch. People read textbooks, novels, those free newspapers. A screech as we take the bend. People get off. People get on. A footy scandal makes front page news, you'd almost think that nothing else matters in this town. The tinny insect-like sound of music leaking from schoolboy's headphones. Somebody digs around in his bag, trying to catch his ringing phone, but it's too late. He calls back. "Uh. I don't think I'm at the stop yet." A long beep of the "I want to get off" cable. Incessant minor events, calming me and frustrating me all at once. I can't keep this up.