Kellerberrin Friday 15 april 2005
I dream i go to meet peter mudie at the kerb. It’s a cafe serving all day breakfasts. Bromfield is there, waiting tables. He’s busy with a customer, but peter shouts out “eggs, we’re having eggs!”. To save labour, there is a conveyor belt instead of a busboy, taking dirty dishes to a girl near the kitchen, who unloads them into a sink. I ask her if she doesnt get tired standing still all day, but it seems she prefers it that way. The eggs are grey and rubbery.
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