tales from an ordinary world

2002-10-19

The world turns slowly, today - restless sleep from the gap in the curtains, and later it feels like the tram's wading through treacle as it heads up to the city. I can feel the sun on the back of my neck. Two tourists sit in front of me - one fumbles with her map, and drops a business card advertising something at the Queen Victoria Market - I hand it back to her and she stares at it for a while, turning it over and over in her hand. They leave the tram at Flinders Station, like tourists always seem to do.