This Is The Last…

I take the 504 bus to Rozelle at 7.25am for work. I like the idea of using public transportation everyday. The bus ride takes around fifteen minutes, depending on traffic. It gives me a chance to read a few pages and see how loud my earphones can go. I get off where Victoria Road meets Darling Street. I pass a discount rug store where someone wrote on the wall with a marker, ‘I’m not emo, I just hate people!’ Walking on my way to work I pass four bakeries, three churches, a nice used book store, and a seven year-old wearing superman pajamas with a Uruguay flag for a cape. (tonight Uruguay plays Australia in a soccer match to decide who will advance to the 2006 World Cup tournament)

I work in a health food market/café in Rozelle called About Life. First I was hired to drive catering orders to clients around the city. For two days I delivered late food to the wrong places. Now I stock the shelves of the store and fumble my way thru an explanation of ‘bio-dynamic’ brown rice to customers. I help people find saffron and serve coffees and boysenberry spelt cakes. I love my job, but they play strange music over the speakers. I heard Portishead, Moby, and a cool Bjork remix yesterday, but mostly it’s crappy modern jazz.

Anna met me after work and we headed down to the London Hotel in Balmain. We had beers on the balcony and watched it rain, on and off, for a few hours above the street, overlooking the harbor bridge around sunset.

from Wednesday, November 16th, 2004