Wednesday, 18 June 2008

flat as a........

.......pancake, dosa, himalayan mountain bread, roti, crepe, CD, the proverbial tack.

Sometimes it is all too hard. Sometimes one feels like an abandoned pink TV in the Fitzroy of life.

Out the back of my place, where we park the cars, is this bit of laneway where things (ie rubbish) just keep appearing. Each morning I look out the bedroom window to see the latest offering. Most days its a broken bed, bags of rubbish, crapped out 3-in-1s, a cool metal trolley that someone got to before me, the usual detritus of inner city living. Today it was a pink TV. I don't know where this stuff comes from. It just appears overnight. Weird.

**thursday morning update**
pink TV has disappeared, yellow trolley has appeared

1 comment:

  1. How many trolleys can a lane produce?

    It's like some kind of secret midnight moving installation.


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