Saturday, October 20, 2007
the city on the weekend
It feels different. Because I'm there not for uni but for other things. Sights and sounds somehow strike me with an intensity not normally experienced on the weekdays. At night when I go to sleep, they are still on my mind. I turn them over and around in my head, and they somehow weave their way into my dream, live, raw and astonishingly beautiful- the hustle and bustle of the crowds crossing Swanston and La Trobe Streets, huge rectangular posters adorning the exquisite facade of the State Library, the pulsing beats from the makeshift drums of a busker, and crisp and cold air that sends chills down every fiber of your being. Things in that small section of the CBD seem to create a vibrant world of their own.