I was driving along Blackburn Rd into the early evening traffic. Hard rubbish collection in Waverley - broken prams, discarded barbeques, torn dated furnishings too old now even for the garage. Two high school students have stopped on their way home in delight. In front of one house they are laying out the dozens of pairs of roller skates, white boots with yellow wheels. In my head I get a blast of music such as they played at the local roller rink in Mooroolbark. Time itself, discarded.