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As I listened to the Melbourne rain, the trams rumble by and my flatmates chatter in French and Italian, I looked back on the beginning of this blog. I used to be funny. I used to be candid. I used to be more me. And maybe I feel something has changed because I'm in a different physical place. Or maybe because every time I open Keep Warm and notice that I've lost a follower my heart gets a little crushed. I remember when I first started this blog I didn't really care and could barely hope that anyone would want to read it. It was a way for me to do something creative everyday: photos, writing, remembering. It was meant to help me keep up with my life and have something to look back on. Then I started to get followers and maybe with that change I started writing more for them (for you?) than for myself. I haven't been posting lately because I'm not wearing anything other than a work uniform. And I'm not doing anything other than working. And I was pretty sure that no one would want to read anything that I say. Maybe I could let go a bit and write what I want and live life with a bit more play in it.

This is where I work. Elvis and Marilyn are everywhere.
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Today a customer asked me who Marilyn Monroe was. Like if she was a dancer or a singer or what. And if she was still alive. I think he was serious. All I could really do was say "umm, an actress? an icon?" He then told me that even though Elvis was a bit taller than him it was ok because he had more muscles and he could do the dance moves. It wasn't really a conversation that I wanted to engage in. I backed away in search of another customer I could bring food to. Or anything really.