Melbourne: In between spaces pt.25

There’s more to this relationship between old and new here than I had imagined. It’s not simply a case of the past reflected in the present; sometimes the present is reflected in the past. It’s reflexive, overlapping, transitory… and today is only ever the point at which we find ourselves between where we’ve been, and where we are going.

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Melbourne: In between spaces pt.25

Melbourne: In between spaces pt.24

His eyes were shut the whole time. There was no hat, or case, or jacket at his feet to collect our small offerings. It was almost like we weren’t there at all – or maybe he wasn’t. It sounded like he had plenty to say though, somewhere, to someone, but maybe words just weren’t the right medium to let that out.

 

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Melbourne: In between spaces pt.24

Melbourne: In between spaces pt.21

I suppose there were clouds here once, twisting their slow dance as they merged and faded. I suppose there was sky too; sometimes blue, sometimes grey, but always changing. Maybe there was even something soft, green, swaying gently underfoot as thousands of tiny tendrils of grass reached upwards, shifting and changing to follow the light and the warmth.

Now, we have just right angles of neon colours, random adjectives and characters to capture our dreams and desires. We have refractions and reflections of blue, hinting at what we might see, if only we would stop to look up. Underfoot is unforgiving, unbending, immovable, immutable. This city is something tired and exciting all at the same time, and I don’t know whether to smile and dance or just turn away at the sight and non-sight of it all.

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Melbourne: In between spaces pt.21