I did a lot of interstate travel for work, lately. Scavenging in the inner city for food and drink each night. Pushing out that invisible barrier between where I'd been and where I hadn't been. Checking in, checking out, and checking back in again. Endless dreams of dialtones and busy signals. Can I fit in, just anywhere? Can they tell I'm from out of town when I'm just walking down the street? Should I feel guilty for buying "all the good CDs", taking them back to Melbourne, and depriving some local hipster of a chance at a life beyond JJJ? Somebody in Perth's going to miss out on their American Analog Set lesson now, thanks to me.