i feel as if i might be halucinating this city, through the thickness of my head, the goop of my eyes. it's familiar passageways and gloom, the contradictions in people, the way they smile at one another, back away. today i sit on concrete outside the supermarket and wait for mike, look into the eyes of people, wonder what is going on. and i realise that this is the way i feel when i come back to perth, the jarring step of being back, and then, i guess, this is home for me.