Closing time
Piles and rows of red, green and orange shapes.
Chilies, bananas, bokchoy, mushrooms and carrots.
Young man sweeps the loading truck
a woman flattens the empty boxes.
If you ask, that's his aunty, that's his uncle and those two, they're workers.
"One dollar, one dollar kilo!" his uncle shouts over boxes of red tomatoes and mandarins.
A woman stops to squeeze the eggplants.
One family walks by with a girl sitting in a shopping trolley.
"don't squeeze them too much or they bruise...pick the heavy ones"
The man behind the stall takes one and weighs it in his hands.
"how much?"
Family recipes given away and exchanged.
"good steamed y'know…best way to cook with some garlic and oyster sauce…"
A woman takes a break to peel a mandarin.
Boxes flattened and stack higher and higher.
People looking for end of day specials.

Where are you going?
The tram turns into Spencer Street.
The woman opposite me tells a couple how to find their way to Colonial Stadium.
It's just over there (pointing over to the left of their heads).
Her face opens into a cheerful cigarette stained smile.
I get the feeling she's given lots of directions on this tram.
I take a few snaps of her with my instant camera.
She asks if I'm a tourist from Japan. I tell her I'm just here for a free ride.
She starts to laugh, well if it keeps you out of trouble...

Platform 3
Looking for the train down an empty tunnel.
People carried down metal stairs
Vending machines meet you down the escalator
Enticing you to eat potato chips just because they're there.
Here in this corner of the world...la la lala la.
Black suits, blue and grey jackets.
People crisscrossed every few metres apart.
Heads down reading news that hasn't changed much since last September.
Between two vending machines someone sends a long sms message

Passengers please note the 7.26 Werribee train is now approaching
heads look up past graffiti tags
newspapers fold
man runs down the escalators
legs move towards the yellow line
Doors pulled open.