At 8.20am, I joined the misery parade walking to work. Cold and grey somehow seemed appropriate for the morning. There are lots of people walking into the city now a days. Cadavers all dressed in black on that never ending march to the centre, misery etched on all their faces, sad. Rugged up against the cold; black wool, black jackets, black suits, in Melbourne being a black city.
I walk to the free tram zone on the very edge of the CBD and then I catch a tram down Collins Street, as I don't leave early enough, to get there early enough, so I can leave early in the afternoon.
And work was okay, like an old pair of stilettos, you know they fit and you know eventually they'll hurt you.
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