Ramblings

Random thoughts and desires

Power Station

These thoughts occurred to me as I cycled along the windswept road that runs between the beach and the metal fence of the compound, the sewage outlet bubbling away nicely into the flat asphalt sea.

In transit

Home has become a missing thought spread before me in futuristic curves of aluminium. Drifting, sleep starved on imitation leather, minutes, hours drop away into nothingness never-ending