It was indeed a lonesome road in the wild wild west – of Melbourne – where this offer of folk and coffee hovered above a deserted shop front. A forlorn and lonely ghost indeed.
the hairdressers were oblivious and the travel agents thought it best to just ignore: this festive celebration slowly forming above their heads. the strangest thing, of course, was the collective amnesia. no one could remember what had been there before. a bowl of fruit perhaps? ghost signs melbourne