Melbourne’s grid lends itself to parallel journeys – for any direction, there’s a cobbled thread of adjacent alleys that present themselves as alternatives. Unlike the main thoroughfares with their panoramas of action, the alleys are portholes that let only glimpses through. Yet they have their own action too. Light permeates the forgotten side of infrastructures to reveal new frames. Shift workers leave their desks, relaxed into the anonymity and rhythms of nocturnal labour. People, like the city, move.
At night, everything is a spectacle.
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