As I am waiting at the traffic lights at Beach Road – which is far from any beach – I can see in the distance a woman wearing a t-shirt with a slogan on it. I take a t-shirt slogan as seriously as a street sign, for surely whoever is wearing it thinks the message important enough to carry around with them wherever they go.
I can read the first part of the slogan, which is an “I” and a big green heart, but I can’t read the word below it, the focus of her adoration. She walks closer, her blue plastic bags of groceries swinging in time with her step. I love… I can tell the lights are about to change… I love… I can almost read it, and in these moments it can still be anything: frogs, Tasmania, Midori.
The traffic lights change to green and I must advance, but just before I have to turn my eyes back to the road, she is close enough for me to read the message.
I Heart Zombies.