Saturday, 21 January 2017

Bourke Street

I had actually planned for this post to come out a couple of days ago but left it for some fine tuning. It was originally suppose to be a post showing the streets of Melbourne with its normalities and quirks.


The way Melbourne city should be.


Melbourne, to me is such a business city. People rush to work, rush to grab a coffee, rush to the bathroom, and rush to get back home. Being the most 'liveable' city in the world we complain about when the trains are delayed, when the weather is glum or when the coffee's too expensive.


I left the house jumping around puddles, rushing to the train station. I walked to work and began my day as my colleagues and I rejoiced in the fact it was Friday.


During lunch time, a deranged driver drove through our city injuring over thirty people and killing four. One of those was a three month old baby. The entire city was on lockdown.


My work was quiet. We all sat around the computer watching the news in silence. Occasionally, one would gasp or mutter a swear but what's done was done.


I have never felt so eerie and the most descriptive word I could use to describe how I was feeling was just 'weird'. My train journey home took an extra half an hour but we all sat there in silence.


The city was still.


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