Lunch with Nick by the Yarra
I had lunch with Nick sitting by the Yarra, down by the aquarium. I had to get out of the house.
I talk about Steve, it just came out, Nick just smiles. Maybe he has heard enough about it.
He’s bought food from home, all neatly packed in matching Tupperware, he can be anal with that stuff. He gets it from his mum, Vasiliki.
I’ve got some curry I made from last night.
The river looks full, the water glints in the sun, as it floats by. The sky is a beautiful blue.
“How’s work?” asks Nick.
“Oh, you know, the same,” I said. “Now it feels like I haven’t had any time off at all.
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“No, it feels alarmingly normal.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?”
“Depends on your definition of normal,” I said. “And my definition of normal had changed over the months I had off.”
I talk about Steve, it just came out, Nick just smiles. Maybe he has heard enough about it.
He’s bought food from home, all neatly packed in matching Tupperware, he can be anal with that stuff. He gets it from his mum, Vasiliki.
I’ve got some curry I made from last night.
The river looks full, the water glints in the sun, as it floats by. The sky is a beautiful blue.
“How’s work?” asks Nick.
“Oh, you know, the same,” I said. “Now it feels like I haven’t had any time off at all.
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“No, it feels alarmingly normal.”
“And that’s a good thing, right?”
“Depends on your definition of normal,” I said. “And my definition of normal had changed over the months I had off.”
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