Another World

It's Wednesday night. Come this Monday, 8am, I will be propped up on a swivel chair, running my fingers over the keyboard and go about doing what I've always been doing.

But right now, at 10.30pm, I am seated on a steel bench outside of Melbourne Central, and the view before me is the State Library of Victoria. Four homeless people have passed by, asking for spare change. Now two Indonesians are joining me on the bench.

All these feels so far away from the life I know, it's weird. But a good sort of weird.

I have no business to be here (except for a short one-day work assignment), no back story or past memories to conjure, no roots planted here, and yet to be able to be here, to be able to feel its pulse, to be able to watch its people ... I'm grateful for all these.

Anyway, to the me who'll read this this coming Monday morning or the days later, always remember, there's a big world out there.

Sincerely,
Your 23-year-old self
(10.50pm, March 6, 2013, Melbourne, Australia)

P/s: The free wifi service ended before I could publish this. Below is a photo I took after blogging. Went over to the lawn at the State Library Of Victoria, laid down on the grass (it's a thing here), looked up at the sky, while munching on a bag of chips.