On the Indian-Pacific

max kingsley jr. says: The Dream of Evan and Chan by The Postal Service

as i was walking home from mars bar early this morning, a preppy-punky guy overtook me. at vic square, he took out his handphone (Deutsche: handy), sat on a bench, doubled over and started to rock and cry. how do you say to a stranger i've been here and how to help him when it has nothing to do with protecting and saving lives and property? i go to him and ask him if he's okay. of course he is, he's great (he even smiles). i asked if he needs someone to speak to but why would he need one (he's great)? so i tell him to take care, definitely he needs to to. but how? i hope he knows how.

on the road, i see many things, all the same things. it is homely but not home. i see old things in new places. i have old feelings at new times. i could go on like this forever, between places and people. because when im on the road, im allowed to be this way. how else can i be? what else could i be doing?

when on any mode of transport with mealtimes inclusive, dont be embarassed to bring your own food on board. food on GSR trains are ridiculously overpriced (as they are on "budget" airlines). i spent 4.40AUD at Wooly's for a can of sweetcorn, one can sardines, one can mushrooms in butter, two cans spaghetti and a loaf of bread. with proper rationing and a can-opener on my swiss army knife (courtesy Sherman), this'll last me through today and tomorrow. in all fairness, the vegetarian options on GSR Red Kangaroo diners are delicious, come in good portions, and are value-for-money