tales from an ordinary world

2003-01-03

The second-last tram for the night moves in slow motion down St Kilda Road, shadows flowing across the floor in a semi-circular manner as we pass each street light. A little later on in Carlisle Street, the lights inside the tram cut out for a few minutes but we keep moving, the outside world made brighter and a little more alive. I'm watching the time on the ticket machine, waiting for it to flick from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM, but it takes longer than it should.