tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-10

My brunch order was forgotten, leaving me with coffee but no food - but this turned out ok because I'd made a hasty decision anyway, and now I was free to wander a bit more and eat something I'd probably find more satisfying and/or a little less guilty. Wind blowing down a near-empty street. The sun came out just as I left the cafe, affirming my choice to not make a fuss about things (perhaps). I alternated between walking and tramming, covering much ground - the suburbs beneath my feet and the blue sky above. I happened to pass through the right shops at the right time, where somebody said "hi". Across these familiar streets I watched faces longingly, achingly. Keep moving, keep walking, keep going. Don't stop for us. Don't let us go.

This morning I dreamt of waking up in a swimming pool in St Kilda Road, as if the Arts Centre was gone and it was the edge of the sea, there - a bit of sand in the chlorinated water, and just over the grass you could reach the edge of the bay. There was also something about a school bus ride, too, though the driver had to reverse for a while, and he did it at great speed, as if it were something he did all the time.