
Overcast late afternoon. Quiet bus ride home, via Wooloomooloo.
Softly, an 80′s song came to mind, though I couldn’t remember the words.
Blue-grey water to my left. Cowper Wharf Roadway wound ahead and suddenly found the night.
Slaves to the rhythm… projections of life… every bird, bullet, kiss…………. clinging to particles of light.
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