Yesterday I was minding my own business, pushing my bike through the mall when a woman suddenly made a beeline towards me and threw a Christmas card into my basket. Thanks for riding your bike and making the city great, it read. Then later on in the afternoon after I came out of the markets, there was another exactly the same tied around my lock.
Today I discovered arrows made from flour on the footpath outside my house, and being curious about things like that, I decided to follow them. At first I thought that perhaps they were for a child's party. But they kept going for two or three kilometres. Sometimes there would be four arrows pointing in different directions and I had to ride down each of the different streets a little way to find out where the trail continued. Then they went around the back of the Julia Farr centre, and I thought they might be for some underground gig or whatnot. But they still kept going. Through parks, down side streets, onto main roads. It began to rain and I was worried that I wouldn't find the end in time, until finally I was just down the street from my house again, and I saw a slightly open gate with some spilt flour and buckets inside. I rushed home and wrote a letter. Hello, Were you the creator of the arrow trail? If so, please leave an arrow in the driveway of [the address of my block of flats] at your earliest possible convenience. I very much enjoyed the trek. x
Now I'm waiting for an arrow in my driveway. I'm not sure what I'll do if it comes - perhaps write another letter?
What a strange weekend.
