Street Songlines: April 2016

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

intersection selection...

at the end of the off ramp from the Mornington Peninsula Freeway is this intersection...
turn right under the freeway bridge to the Dromana Hills...

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

quietly undulating...

a view of a quiet street in the Dromana Hills...

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

freeway rolling...

a view of the Mornington Peninsula Freeway heading from Rosebud to Dromana...

the road was wet with rain...

The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never land - a bus to death or glory.

I found neither. I found something which haunts me still.

The great bus swayed as it sped. The black street gleamed. Through the window a hundred faces fluttered by as though the leaves of a dark book were being flicked over. And I sat there, with a sixpenny ticket in my hand. What was I doing! Where was I going?

("Same Time, Same Place")
Mervyn Peake - Weird Shadows From Beyond: An Anthology Of Strange Stories

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