Pointeso Harbour: Service area Zone 3a.
A Pointeso mature student waits in limbo in the rain.
I’m sitting here at the motorway services contemplating where to travel to next. It’s a cold space. People walk by with the blankest of expressions. I left my flat about an hour ago for the last time. Pointeso has become a place where I feel more and more on the outside. This styrofoam coffee warms my hands.
OK, I accept that I may be making a big mistake leaving the city of opportunity – but I think I’m doing the right thing. I’m watching as a family stroll by. Mother with immaculate hair, make-up, pouting face…father sports casuale…kids artily dressed…cologne and perfume. That could’ve been me in a future life. I’m drained of the former enthusiasm I had to make it here.
I could drift around this service area for an eternity. I still feel that underlying emptiness here. I stand here and watch the beautiful students walk by and see myself thirty years junior.
Where to next? Well I’m gonna wait here for a bit longer. How about you? Perhaps you’d like to have a stroll along Pointeso Harbour. Zone 6b is rather nice this time of year.
Don’t let me keep you. Your coach is waiting. You’ll enjoy the Pointesian night skies. Why not try a meal at Gellozia restaurant? You’ll love it here. Let’s meet here again at the services in say twenty years time?
