244/365

Finally, some interviews with normal, lovely people I can relate to.

222/365

Finding a bargain set of floral platters at the op-shop after I came out of my first interview, and stashing them in the NGV cloakroom before my second.

174/365

The exquisite sadness of sitting on a train with your head resting against the window, watching rain drops trickle down the other side of the glass, while listening to Joan as Police Woman singing "To Be Lonely".