Yesterday afternoon I found myself wandering city lanes and alleyways, looking for the next Inscriber’s office. They had given me the address, which was clear and simple, but finding the laneway that the building was in proved (only a little) bit tricky. But find it I did, one of those beautiful Art Deco buildings hidden in the city which look like a normal storefront until you look up. Next time you’re in the Melbourne CBD, remember to look up! The buildings are (usually) so beautiful. But I digress. So I found the building, and headed up in the lift to the floor. When I entered, the office was warm and cheery and filled with nice people, it made me feel very welcomed. Then the Inscriber came out of their office and joined me on the couch. I handed them their Journal (Journal 10, which you can see here), which they seemed rather thrilled at. It’s a beautiful Journal and specifically matched to it’s Inscriber because of the bird on the front. The Inscriber was very busy, so we only had a couple of minutes to chat and I was very aware not to take up too much time, so I left pretty quickly. It was only back down in the alley that I realised that I hadn’t taken a photo of the handover! Luckily, as I walked down the alley there was quite a lot of paste ups and stencils, including this little sparrow, which matches Journal 10, in a way. So I provide you with this photo instead of the usual one. Because stories with pictures are always nice.
Straight after Journal 10′s Handover, I headed off down some more alleys to another rendevous with an Inscriber, this time for Journal 13. But I am not great at navigating. I’ll happily admit to that. And Smartphone technology, while on the surface seeming to solve all your directional problems, still doesnt help if you’re peering down trying to figure out which way you should turn to follow the map. So you’ll be unsurprised to learn that I got a bit lost. Twice. But getting lost down Melbourne alleys just means you find loads of street art to instagram, so that worked out well. I even found a piece of street haiku, which was lovely. And eventually I found my way to the next Inscriber’s office. Through a warehouse door, up some old stairs and into a brightly lit office with old floor boards and a miriad of people working on computers. This Inscriber was also super busy, they had a deadline looming, so the encounter was quite short, I handed over the Journal, which the Inscriber carefully opened and leafed through, we had a super quick chat and as they put it safely on their desk I exited the building. At least this time I remembered to snap the moment of hand over before I left!