Pink Sink 

It’s not every day you bump into a pink sink. But there it sat, dumped on the sidewalk, leaning unevenly against a wire fence. Peering down at the hot and cold faucet knobs that afternoon brought with it a certain melancholia, one associated with purposelessness, loneliness, and end dates of all manner, and one I associate with watching an older, slower-moving couple struggle to cross a crowded intersection. 

Melbourne, Australia