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World is a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
The loneliness of being the only person on the rail platform.
My carriage arrives.
Stone, motherless, empty.
The intersection of Collins and Flinders Streets is usually a sea of people when the little green man appears.
Collins Street is a morgue.
Very few people here. That's not great.
Settling in to lose twenty minutes and one pint of the red stuff.
Six minutes and fifty seven seconds later...
No hot chocolate this morning. Machine is not on. (no sausage rolls either)
Nippy's is possibly the worst flavoured milk in the universe, but beggars can't be choosers at the moment.
And back out into the world I go.
Collins Street hasn't gotten any busier.
Back out to the suburbs again.
Train carriage is, once again, totally empty. I could easily have repeated my earlier shot.
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