25 08 2015, Melbourne

Beats and cowbells à la The Rapture at 8.30 in the morning in a café where everyone works alone in the guise of a collective morning experience. The morning bar/club music keeps pace as people type emails ever faster. It gives the sense that what they're working on, while eating their 1L organic muesli is in time with the pace of the city. That their very soul is part of the fabric and energy that holds the economy together. I'm interrupted of course by the demand to order for, after all, this morning vibe is expensive. A lot of soy FWs keep this place ticking over. There's always rent to be paid to someone. The morning breakfasters~workers must know they're paying rent for the privilege to be in public, alone, with others. At work.

early 04 2015, Tokyo

I find myself in Tokyo looking for
signs of queer on the Yamanote line
The circular one
Circle line in London
Something else in Berlin
Anyway, a ring
A feminine moustached person
Low cut top
Crossed legs, angled hips
A young girl who
Just
Says dyke
That hair flick, the way she looks at
her friends
The clothes
But mainly the way she uses her
mouth

'You're in the right place, it's just that
there are multiple ways to get here.' -
USA man at Otsuka station to
another Caucasian man