I’m working on something.
Going through pictures old and new.
It’s got something to do with you.
It’s got something to do with us.
It’s got a lot to do with film.
And it’s coming.
Dreaming of the bustling lanes and hidden coffee spots.
Dreaming of the art gallery walls scattered throughout the city and surrounds.
Dreaming of old friends and new sights.
Dreaming of the vibrance and the colour.
Dreaming of the filth and the grime.
Melbourne, I’ve been dreaming of you.