Take away dinner tonight!
No cooking, only a little cleaning and all the culinary delights of Sydney’s Inner West just a button tap away from delivery to our house. What shall we have? Pizza? Curry? Whatever we want? I ordered from a place with a good rating and a reasonable delivery time. Uber Eats knows my credit card, it’s all very streamlined. I’m instantly and intensely connected with the world. So are you. We all are. Anyway dinner was great, super tasty and kind of fresh tasting, we went with all vegetarian and it was a win; light, you know? Dani really liked it, I could tell because she said “this is great, really great actually. Where did you get it from?” And this is the moment that I realised I’m actually not connected with the world, I’m disconnected. I had no idea of the name of the restaurant, the location of the restaurant, the people who worked there or anything about it. Perhaps that’s just me not paying much attention to those details as I ordered. Or perhaps that’s how it is a bit now. Disconnection wearing the cloak of connectivity. Good dal though. From somewhere.
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AuthorHigh school teacher Archives
September 2023
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