Wednesday, August 5, 2009


There was a man sitting behind me today while I was riding one of Melbourne's ever so consistent public transport vehicles. He had a chocolate milk in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. He was almost melting over the chairs around him, collapsing and passing out. But he never made a sound. Never disturbed anyone.
He just sat there, hunched there, lay there, with his milk and cream.
I sent my dad a text message asking what I should do.
It didn't feel right just leaving him in his heap.

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