... There is something about arriving in Melbourne that always make me feel like I am alive.
A bit like waking from a extended sleep or getting out of the house after 72 hours of gastro.
My awareness is always heightened once I reach the entrance to the Tullermarine terminal. Terminal? The end? The entrance to the end?
It always feels like the entrance to the beginning. Every person and car, every bus or Sikh driving a taxi seem more real and sharp and present in the atmosphere.
A bit like waking from a extended sleep or getting out of the house after 72 hours of gastro.
My awareness is always heightened once I reach the entrance to the Tullermarine terminal. Terminal? The end? The entrance to the end?
It always feels like the entrance to the beginning. Every person and car, every bus or Sikh driving a taxi seem more real and sharp and present in the atmosphere.