| name | value |
| location | Melbourne |
| date | 2024-12-04 |
The passing pink hue casts on the kindle I’m reading. It’s the painted-over tram driving by the one I’m on. All pink, because of some kind of marketing. Too engrossed in my book I turned up my head too late, catching only a glimpse of the fleeting pink.
Walking on the pavement, a pleasant breeze brings a pleasant smell. Coming from the fellow pedestrian walking in front of me, his perfume presumably. Such a beautiful fragrance I felt happy. Easily sensory overwhelmed.
I heard loud swearings, with the noise cancelling headphones I couldn’t make out what exactly was being yelled. Anger for sure. Then I saw two policemen evicting a person from the street. One of the policemen sprayed something supposedly out of self defence. From the look of it I think he accidentally attacked himself with that. The homeless man was tall. Taller than the average tall. And he was white. The two policemen were short. Average short for east or southeast Asian men. At once I am not sure about the power distribution.
A girl waiting at a pedestrian crossing was on the phone, crying.
April 7, 2025
A uni student is licking his girlfriend‘s hair while she is looking away. Then she notices it. The shock on her face, I much relate.
April 9, 2025
„Dust to dust.“ I started to pay attention to two strangers conversation. The woman had to use a pair walking sticks. The man started to talk about chemotherapy and other things, they weee discussing the efficacy of various medical treatments.
„Could you please hold onto something?“ It sounded like the woman was now talking to someone else. I turned my head and looked. A young woman, presumably a university student, was standing right in front of her.
„Could you please hold onto something? Because I can’t afford you falling on me, breaking my bones.“
The young girl looked at her as if she didn’t understand what she was saying. She repeated, nice and politely, and rather clearly. The young girl‘s remained unmoved. I thought I should stop staring so I turned my head back. The conversation was still audible from behind.
„You are standing on a moving vehicle and you may fall, you should always hold onto something.“ „I won’t.“ „How do you know that? That’s what accidents are!“ She now sounded a bit agitated, but she still held herself.
„It’s a moving vehicle, isn’t it common sense to hold on? The signs are everywhere. Everyone’s on their phone, which can be a weapon if it flies out and the person falls.“ She was now justifying herself to the man sitting next to her.
„She won’t fall.“ Another uni student chimed in. „How do you know?“ „She’s standing still.“ „But it’s a moving vehicle!“ „Wtf…“ The male uni student sounded like he found the woman unreasonable. I looked back again, because it sounded to me unreasonable that he got upset on the young girl‘s behalf. Did he think he was being supportive to his fellow passenger against racism?—the woman sounded very local, both students are most likely international.
„What do you mean, ‚wtf‘? I asked her politely to hold onto something so she doesn’t fall on me, because I can’t afford that. I shouldn’t have to tell you my medical condition to explain further. It’s a moving vehicle, signs are everywhere.“ „Urgh, you are very noisy.“ Another young man spoke. From his accent I was almost certain that he’s from the same country as the young woman. It became even more clearer that he was in solidarity with her because he might self-righteously think it was a racist matter.
„I was polite when I first asked her, wasn’t I?“
April 28, 2025
Suddenly realised how one grows into an age of being loud and „nosy“.
I became more sure of my self-righteousness and feel well justified for speaking up. It’s the evergrowing ego I suppose. In that sense I should be more careful and perhaps actually think twice before deciding to be outspoken.