Wakeing Up

I took a camera into the city tonight... I saw some things that stirred my mind in thought. Examining issues within myself in a deeper way, I felt like I was wakeing up.


This sign was in the foyer of the Commonwealth Bank. I wondered if they really were concerned about us hurting ourselves. Could the corporate persona embody other virtues like mercy, justice, faithfullness and generosity...?

I imagined this is what the truth of the sign might be...


Kudos my friend. When the state aligns itself to the view of the discontented minority, some of that minority re-margonalize themselves back against the state, regardless of compromising their own personal moralistic centers. So yes, Fuck Solar.


The gates to the oldest Catholic church in Victoria. If I was designing a church I would try and model it on Heaven. Did the 'church' do the same here? Imagine if you died and went to Heaven, turned up at these gates... No parking, multiple locks, cold dark spikes, and no one to greet you.


How fitting, the corporate high rise towering behind the church. The intergration of church and corperation, from past to present revealed. The very problem of the modern church that needs to be deconstructed.


At Coles I find this stand that asks you to avoid useing plastic bags by buying these... 'cough' plastic bags. It's not the simple plastic irony that interests me here. Coles makes me angry that they are trying to look like a good corporate citizen by asking us to reform our attitude, when if they really shared the same enviromental concern they are projecting, they could make the decision to stop using/giving away the plastic bags themselves. Would it cripple their business
to do so? I dont think they would miss a step.

A series of lights, built into the curb stones, mark the way down the street. I thought about how everyone wishes for life to be like this, straightforward waypoints to guide you into the future... and yet those blessed to walk this path lament their sensed loss of freedom and struggle for diversity and escape. I love this sort of irony, I eat it up, yum yum. If Irony was a woman we would have the best and worst sex.


Ahh... In a world flooded by mobile phones, these fixed line booths are both in use and have another person waiting... Eco Paul would be pleased.


I don't watch the news much but when I found myself here I immeadiatly felt like I should be sourounded by hundreds of people shouting, media crews pushing and shoving, and suited men with sunglasses and ear pieces pushing me back. It was quiet, empty and still. Only a lonely solitary camera watched me from the side. Was it even on?


I lie down in this park like a homeless person for ten minutes... no one comes to clean me up and take me away... this is the time of the CommonWealth Games is it not? Something must be wrong... perhaps this world is out of focus.


Money, money, money... I visualize the ATMs exploding... nothing happens.