Empty places
He said "Snow!" and I said, "What?"
"It's snowing!" And so it was, already.
Fleeting flakes of white spiralling under the orange lamp, and it seemed as if we were shut within a glass bubble world that someone has just picked up and shaken. All this prettiness, but my mind was far elsewhere.
The Menzies Building at the Clayton Campus of Monash University is 11-storeys high, its corridors known for being dank and claustrophobic. Affectionately called "The Ming Wing", you can expect at least one of its escalators to be broken on any given day, and upon walking out the northern exits, you get caught within a blast of wind, apparently as a direct result of the construction of the building itself. Its rooms tend to be much too tiny for a class of ten. I had been in some of these rooms as a student, and then later, as a tutor, reinforcing the virtues of programming in C. It seems surreal being able to visualise the location of the shooting yesterday, 6 years after the incident at Port Arthur. I have no more words.
Posted by sniffles at October 21, 2002 11:30 PM