Post-run reveries…
16.50
22.06.18
I recall two magpies
The bushes around Innovation Way are getting more and more overgrown.
I still cannot really….
cry to be honest. With you.
There are kids fishing at the fountain with their dad and I assume dads mate.
A fatherless jogger progresses along Lakeside.
Flies of thunder attracted to the luminous Karimor top.
A feint smell of glue.
Run out across a surrounding field in the hope that I find the answer to something.
X would scramble nervously underneath The Europarc advertising boards facing the A/M180.
Gravel.
The smokers smoke outside the factorious factory. A car driver waves me on.
Trying to find clues in the capitalistic detritus.
The discarded breakfast sign sleeps just off Genesis Way.
