city transport squished with non english speaking people, kids screaming, mums talking on phones, dads holding various mcdonalds bags and looking out the window at the harbour, generally doing what dads do, the whole place seems like another country. some chinese girls get on, chatting in chinese, a girl in a weird 80's outfit like a female devo band member strolls past looking for a seat. outside i look at the big ships in the harbour, a cruise ship and a warship. the opera house looks all glamorous in the winter blue ocean and a few sailing vessels bob up and down. i wonder as i gaze out how much more the city will change, and how fast. 

the streets are alive, thriving, i guess that's a good sign, i wander through george street wondering about weather i should upgrade my phone, it's already an antique. however i like it, i also wonder about some new computers, mine are relics and about to fail. i pick up my david bowie rock and roll star box, it's bigger than i thought and cheaper as red eye seem to have good prices for these box sets. 

later i head home, the sun sets, the temperature drops, and i'm ready to dream. i speak with mum for a little while but i'm tired and falling asleep, its cold so i shower, jump in bed and read a few chapters of 'year of the locust' which i'm really enjoying, and enter a deep sleep.