me myself + i

I had my last exam yesterday. I walked my way out of the exam hall along with other streams of young students eager to leave behind the products of their short term memories in exam scriptbooks and ready to embrace freedom and all the wonders it offers: cocktails, movie marathons, baking sessions, dancing, laughing, long promenades. Well that's what I'm looking forward to. Cupcakes with sprinkles and tapas bars and sweet little velvet dresses: All on my to do list for this week.

After the exam, I went for a stroll around the city to do nothing in particular, indifferent in my recent emancipation. Hordes of work people filled the laneways and streets in their monotone uniforms with their sensible black shoes. I didn't feel like eating. I have no appetite. I flicked through the new Lula magazine which absurdly I failed to purchase. I contemplated getting a coffee at Journal on Flinders Lane but they were so busy it seemed an effort. I admired a gypsy band that wasn't playing music but rather discussing their history with a paedestrian. There was an accordion, a tambourine, a guitar and a violin and some other instrument that has escaped the confines of my memory. I thought about buying some fresh flowers but it occured to me that they would soon die and I felt upset. I ended up purchasing two fish; one a pearlescent colour I named Anna Karina and a black cumbersome fish with a fluffy tail and big goggly eyes that I named Godard. They joined the fish tank with my other fish - Fish. 

I transported my new-found aquatic friends back home on a mostly empty carriage and attempted a crossword but the clues were obscure and I couldn't think anymore and I gave up.