tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-07

The train ride to the outer edge of the world seemed brighter, more bearable, and even a little uplifting. With a soundtrack by Songs: Ohia, we passed sunlit warehouses, people walking their dogs on the vacant grass along the side of the railway line, a nice old sign painted on a factory wall advertising the Blue Moon something or other - a bakery ? I couldn't read under the graffiti. We scurried under the huge power lines. The Ringwood railyards streamed past, to my left. I didn't want to stop moving through this world, full of tiny sights that just seem like more and more of the same when it's a different, less sunny kind of day. Even the music didn't make me sad, nor did it make me think of sad things. Instead, the sparse guitar, drums, and voices made the perfect accompaniment as the world swept by beside me. I never thought I'd consider the outer suburbs majestic, but just for a day my mind was changed.