It's getting dark as you approach the end of St Kilda beach. The electric lamps above you turn on, activated by the lack of sunlight. Now the people have gone and you're feeling more alone than ever. The orange lamplight seems to put you in a trance state, like you could fall asleep and keep walking. In the distance you can see the lights of skyscrapers in the city of Melbourne. But what are you going to do?
You leave the path and start walking across the sand, shivering in the chill wind. The sand has been churned by people's feet during the day -- the footsteps are dark holes, outlined in orange like a million open mouths screaming at you silently. By and by you come to a line of giant rocks built at right angles to the beach, commonly known as a groyne. You stand on the rocks and analyse your situation. Where will you sleep tonight? You can't think straight when you're this tired. O.K., I'll give you some pointers. You COULD go to my place, which is within walking distance. You COULD find alternative accommodation, but the only place around here that you could afford is an old, grotty, run-down place called The Paradise Motel. Or, one of your options is that you could just lie down on these rocks right here and try to sleep on them.
What's it gonna be?
the Paradise Motel