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khiemtranOn my drive home each night, there's a fleeting moment, just at the top of a low hill, where there's a gap in the trees and a break in the houses and suddenly there's a clean line-of-sight all the way to the city. Just for a second or so, I can see the buildings of the CBD, and Centrepoint Tower especially, and suddenly they seem so close they might be next door. A moment later, the view is gone, and the city is back to being a distant place an hour away and out-of-sight, out-of-mind.
If it lasted any longer, the effect wouldn't be transporting. I've seen the city thousands of times before from all sorts of different angles. It's jus the feeling of being momentarily taken to a different place, the world shimmering for an instant, and then everything is back the way it was. I probably must have driven that route twenty or thirty times before I happened to glance up at just the right moment and angle to see it.
There are other moments too, at different parts of the journey. Things I have seen every weekday for a year, but only a second at a time. A hillside, incredibly steep, that I long to climb up. A wide flat clearing where I'd like to sit for about an hour. A footpath, incongrously, on the side of a highway cutting through the bush. A particular angle back over the escarpment, where I can look back and see Wollongong down below me.
If it lasted any longer, the effect wouldn't be transporting. I've seen the city thousands of times before from all sorts of different angles. It's jus the feeling of being momentarily taken to a different place, the world shimmering for an instant, and then everything is back the way it was. I probably must have driven that route twenty or thirty times before I happened to glance up at just the right moment and angle to see it.
There are other moments too, at different parts of the journey. Things I have seen every weekday for a year, but only a second at a time. A hillside, incredibly steep, that I long to climb up. A wide flat clearing where I'd like to sit for about an hour. A footpath, incongrously, on the side of a highway cutting through the bush. A particular angle back over the escarpment, where I can look back and see Wollongong down below me.
