I don’t know what his name was but it was a great time.
Would I go there again? Probably not.
Do I regret it? Absolutely not.
My watch tells me I’ve beat my previous exercise record. Yeah, you’re telling me!
Flinders is further than Southern Cross but I decide I can make the train from Flinders. This part of Flinders Street is weird, there are four or five kebab stores right next to each other, some crappy hotels and on the other side some apartments and two rail bridges blocking clear line of site to the Yarra.
Soon enough that lightening bolt building comes up. It’s all black and has a lightening bolt on it. I don’t know what it is but this guy is standing in front of it. The very guy who tapped me before online. We look at each other and he looks away quickly. He’s got a real romper stomper vibe about him, but it’s all aesthetic. All bark and no bite. He’s scrolling on his phone but it’s just the Home Screen.
I play some songs on repeat as I bound towards Flinders Street.
Thinking about a lot of things.
Thinking about how when you have music in your ears that you’d life feels like a music video. Even when a homeless person says something to you as you walk past but when you’ll look, the only words coming out of their mouth are the lyrics to the song.
Thinking about how I feel flexing my freedom.
Thinking about how I get random threats on the app from someone who knows way more about me than a stranger should.
I’m thinking about what lies ahead and I really don’t know.
It’s more of the same but better.
Through the ticket barriers and past a station man helping someone with their myki.
Down the steps and I see an emaciated woman in a loose fitting tatty pink dress peeing on the wall and screaming. But the words coming out of her mouth are the lyrics to the song.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
Up the stairs and look at that, two minutes to spare.
Urban Solitude 