I love that about Melbourne, how you can find all sorts of weird and wonderful art and gimmicks on the street and up alleyways. It's like a secret message that the city is trying to get through. Are you trying to tell me, Melbourne, that the next time I come across that spot I'll actually have someone to kiss?
A funny story about kisses - I once texted a friend from Daneland who was visiting. I sent him the address off the place we were having dinner and then ended it with a kiss, as I normally do. A few minutes later, I received a text reply that said 'What is this xx at the end of your message? *hugs*'. I then had to explain to him that we Australians do things differently here...
In other news, last night my flatmate lit some incense. It smelt like temples and blessed oranges and ash. For the first time in a long time I felt very comfortable but at the same time the smell seemed very imposed, like I had on an ill-fitting jacket. I felt homely and exotic at the same time. I felt kind of Asian. Throughout the evening I pottered about while the smell rubbed up against my nostrils like a Siamese cat. Later, as I sat daydreaming at my computer, I realised it was time to go home.
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