On Swanston Street the sign says OPEN bright,
A neon promise in black and white.
Shelves stand stacked in tidy rows,
Commerce hums, the city flows.
She guards the counter, phone in hand
Thumb on duty more than planned.
Outside, trams clang their daily trope
Inside, business runs on Wi-Fi hope.
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A row of men in caps sit still
along the stone bench, shoulder to shoulder
a quiet congregation of screens.
Each head bowed,
not in prayer but in signal,
their thumbs murmuring in perfect rhythm.
The city swirls around them
trams clang, pigeons scatter,
light flickers across their faces
like water over stone.
They do not look up.
The world passes in reflections
on glass and metal and moving lips.
Time, too, seems to pause here
a row of lives humming softly
in their separate orbits,
united by invisible threads of light.
And in that stillness,
the stone bench holds them gently,
as if the street itself were listening.
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Upon Collins, where footsteps glide,
The city hums in bustling stride.
Yet eyes fall not on sights anew,
But screens that glow in glassy hue.
In hand it rests, both bright and keen,
A modern charm—this silent screen.
No glance to skies, no words take flight,
Just scrolling hands in neon light.
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FE 135mm f1.8 GM
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Amidst the throng of humanity, each of us stands solitary, lost in our own world.
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This gentleman possesses a prominent abdominal girth akin to mine. Consequently, he is susceptible to metabolic syndrome. Additionally, he is yet another Melbourne resident attired in black.
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