A revamped version of an earlier work A Melbourne Morning A briskly walking middle-aged man rushes past you as you sit on the park bench, tailcoats flying behind him in his haste. At first glance, his outfit is crisp and immaculate: the epitome of the perfect businessman. Upon closer inspection, however, you may notice the frayed fabric of his left sleeve, or the small splatter of mud just above his ankle. Was he running late for work and in the process managed to ruin his outfit? Or perhaps he was rushing to a job interview after many years of unemployment, and had to make do with the only suit he had. The gentleman hurriedly passes another bench, where a teenage girl sits, anxiously wringing…