BRUNSWICK EAST/CARLTON NORTH BORDER 25/10/2022

Closer to home now and no railway except the linear green ghost of one and a station where the neighbourhood lives. It’s very familiar at the start by the bike shop until the line pushes me down alleyways that are weedy, plashy underfoot, are sometimes almost too artful, and never seem to go anywhere: in round back out along past cactus etc, until suddenly they seem to clear their own channel for me to squeeze through, dot by dot, to a house made of enormous blue and red iced Vovos baked by whoever plays that strange piano on the porch.