Maria, Comrade Ghost

@oberonsghost.bsky.social

Scribbles away in a garret overlooking the Illawarra Railway. Edits ESIA reports. Spends much time on trains. Pines for the Round Pond. Lives in interesting* times. Looks on in horror as the world turns to custard. Walk with me.

Saturday night in #ApartmentLyf, a gathering in a flat up the hallway, all you can hear are very loud voices, sounding off in disagreement, followed by strangled-cat-karaoki, followed by rhythmic clapping. Someone (not me) has already banged at their door begging them to keep it down.

Embussed, on a crowded bus full of high school kids with ridiculously big backpacks. I was THAT cranky middle aged woman reminding them to put their bags on their laps so others can sit down. Why, oh, why can’t parents travel-train their children?