tales from an ordinary world

2003-07-12

I hadn't been on this Saturday morning train for a very long time. I hadn't slept in my old bedroom for a very long time, either. Here I was. As we pulled out of Richmond station, some little girls somewhere behind me got all excited and started to chant

"next stop is the city
next stop is the city
next stop is the city"

...which eventually turned into

"herald sun
herald sun
herald sun"

when they saw the old Herald Sun building on Flinders St. The power of repetition, eh?