tales from an ordinary world

2003-02-13

It's a eucalyptus and menthol kind of morning, trapped in my foggy-headed simple headphone mind. I'm watching all the familiar faces on the tram, because I'll probably never see them again once I move house. The girl in the health industry (as far as I could tell, once) reading Harper's Bazaar. The "uber-couple", as I think of them - a tall, well-chiselled and good-looking Chinese couple who seem like they'd go well on one of those old-style Communist posters (I mean that in a good way). The guy who looks suspiciously like Richie Tenenbaum (same sunglasses, same real short haircut). The young-looking but grey-haired guy who was reading his Boat License manual yesterday. I've never spoken to any of these people, but they're comfortingly familiar all the same.