Island Thoughts

It's Sunday and I am at Stradbroke Island. It may sound like a gay bar, but it is in fact an island off the coast of Australia, a quaint island that, every summer, attracts a pleasant buzz of tourists who invade in flocks like mosquitos. But now, it is Sunday, and everyone is going home for the beginning of term, so Stradbroke is returning to what I would assume is normal off-peak life. There are only 2000 people on this island, those who live here constantly anyway, and I keep thinking how funny it must be to live in a town that small. Imagine, you can't sneeze without everyone knowing when, where, snot coverage, etc. Wherever there's a small cluster of shops or cafes, the few teenagers glide magnetically towards it and all stand around in beachy clothes, looking bored in the way that we teenagers have so perfected. It must be funny to know that in another season all the tourists will wash in like tides and, for a few weeks, it will be like you're not in a tiny place, surrounded by ocean and Noreen's clothes shop (a real place).

These are my musings. Also, if you were looking for something to get stuck in your head, fear no more.