DAY TEN

- man, your stall is amazing.

- oh, cheers man.
- do you manage to set up shop here each week?
- um, yeah, i try to. i mean, i have been collecting a lot lately so the stall is kind of brimming over with life at the moment. but, sometimes it's hard to get here so regularly. y'know, in between working and life...and all the rest.

- heh, yeah, i hear ya. i'm just amazed at how much stuff you have. where does it all come from?

- hmm, i manage to unearth it somehow, y'know, scavange a bit from here, a bit from there. but i guess, now that i think about it, a large portion of it is sourced through work.

- oh? yeah?

- yeah. it's a pretty lucrative job if you've got an eye for buried treasure. i mean, its sort of a case of the quick or the dead, but on most days i'm able to pick up all sorts of odds and ends that other people don't really have a need for anymore.

- wow, to think some people just get rid of this stuff. man, some people are so wasteful. 'spose it works in your favour though; their loss is your gain. 
- hah, yeah. you could say that.
- what do you do for a crust?

- i'm a mortician.