i woke up in some god awful school camp scenario. rain and nutella sandwiches,movies we have all seen twice, pointless arguments and i threatened to sleep with the homeless in the public bathroom.
i woke up on the side of a slightly familiar street. as eyes adjusted, i see the freeway. after a close encounter of the automobile kind, i recognise the skyline. it's melbourne, but when?
a man tells me off for being barefoot, i see halloween costumes and a few familiar faces. october 31st, he tells me, and jack is in the bar across the road. a second chance at a day i have already lived, and the first thing i do is order a jug of beer.
i sit on the ceiling and watch myself, half with curiosity and half with contempt. i stand on the ground and look at the ceiling, making eye contact with yourself is one of the more unpleasant feelings you could encounter. jack sees the second me, he understands. the bar staff are not as sympathetic however.
dreary eyed, my energy dissipates and there can only be one of us here. excitement and curiosity culminate at the top of the ladder, and i enter some sadistic sex attic with sweaty bodies and unwashed sheets everywhere. seeing myself here makes me throw up. i should never have left that god awful school camp.