little one behind me giggling and pelican floating in front of residential bourgeois expanse of fremantle. this pencil. man with lennon sunnies and grey rastalocks. fresh artificial breeze and a big window. tu est petit tu est pas la'. one must keep writing even if one has nothing to say... or forces of habit will destroy... the soul... slowly... big expanse of ocean glimpse, but a glimpse, and pale september sun. larzac, dirt and music. memory floaters, but a glimpse. empty stomach rumbles echo. black man and white man ageing together on priority seats, wearing matching berets, lookin cool. next station, cottesloe