(Private pictures)

A friend and I were having this discussion about books. Actually, my love for books. Same diff.

Then I started going off on a tangent and said: "Gosh, I miss the secondhand bookstores in Melbourne. They are scary and romantic in a way."

Like empty train stations at night. That was going be my next sentence but this was with a guy friend, and guy friends are always telling me that looking at me like I'm so over-thinking life and shit. And what's the point of having a blog if you can't pure a load of emotional/philosophical/worse-than-pathetic utterance all over it!

Back to empty train stations. Y' know, because I'm artistic and imaginative as a bag of rainbow gummybears, I tend to dream up these scenerios where:

a) I get stalked by this beast of a man

b) a rapist is chasing after me

c) a group of druggies demand that I join them or else they will stab me with their dirty needles

I mean, that's scary. Right?

Right.

On the other hand, what is more romantic than (and this is a real story) a seemingly normal night after a gig when I was dragging myself to Platform 2 in my sky-high, studded, distressed leather red boot clogs (amen), they decided to spin Norah Jones.

That moment fucking changed my life.