I’m sat in the dining area of my hostel, staring down onto the bustling streets of Melbourne. I can see commuters flocking out of Flinders Street Station — a herd of unfamiliar animals holding brief cases and striding with intention. The room smells like buttered toast and is filled with sleepy chatter from fellow backpackers. As I’m on the third floor, I have a clear view of the tram lines and next door building sites, which woke me up at an ungodly hour this morning. A comb