City Moving

What I like about the city is that there is always something happening, even if maybe no one is around there is still their imprints, the shadow feel behind, or maybe it's the possibilties, it's the empty moving truck, are they arriving to the big smoke full of dreams, expectations, maybe this is the dream job that they have been working towards, maybe it's the dream guy or girl, or dog, or house, maybe it's all of them, maybe it's nothing in particular, maybe they just feel that if they place themselves in the right space at the right time that things will happen, I thought this once, on a whim, moved, knew I wanted something to change but didn't know how to do it, except to know that it was move likely to happen there.

Or maybe they are leaving, maybe it just didn't work out, all the things that you thought would change when you got there, the things that would be better, look better, act better they just didn't happen, try as you might it just didn't work out, the wrong job, the wrong housemates, the wrong guy, girl, but never the wrong dog, that doesn't happen, but now it's time to go to try something new.

Or maybe you are going anyway, can't, be it someone else's rules, the stipulated timeframe in this private prison, then again maybe it's just that you need to be here to receive that package that you have been waiting for, if only that damn postman would turn up then you could go to the pub wearing those cool new pants.

Photos taken in Melbourne, Australia with a Fujifilm X-t3