I’m super-proud to announce that nothing in particular is happening to be honest with you. At the end of the day.
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.
20.04.18
16:25
A dispute about keys to …blip in The Centre of Innovation.
‘Sorry – we’re closed…’
Then the estate agent returns a call at the last moment and grants me the keys.
A serious man of business leaves – no tie.
Undone top button of white shirt.
He drives past in a silver Mercedes.
Birds sing within the trees of innovation.
The office manager says something about reversing his car.
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Europarc 19.04.18
16:25
I’m waiting on Genesis Way in my car.
The sun is blinding my eyes as I recall passive stares from the shirtless fishers by the lake.
A gentle sadness…
The obligatory fountain has stopped.
The Haiths bird food hopper is on repeat.
A perpetual hum of productivity…
