Full of glass, bricks, stainless steel, more glass. I can see my own reflection and it makes me feel a little bemused. Plastic, dust, heat, pain, coldness, uncaring, apathy, hate. Lack of understanding. Extremes: Love/Hate. Laughter/Tears. Nature/Machine. Giving/Taking. Rejoicing/Depression. Black/White, yet lots of Greyness with small patches of Red. Confusion/Clarity. Harmony/Chaos. An overwhelming sense of Peace. I’m in one of my Favourite Places: The City.
Something I wrote while I was a little drunk in Melbourne [2010 | 03 | 23 ~11:55PM] waiting for the last train home.