tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-07

So many sunglasses on the tram, allowing an expressionless anonymity to take hold. But then, I'm as guilty as anybody else of doing this.

Later, I'm sitting in the park. Somebody's practising scales on a violin in a nearby house. The birds are quiet. People come and go. Music occasionally leaks from passing car windows. People are coming home. A flock of mynahs appear, creaking, clicking and twittering. Even like this, an hour passes fairly quickly.