Europarc Visit: 01.08.2019
A yellow tractor speeds along to my left as I salute a materialized magpie.
X2 return on the vergeside.
Police car sinks into Beechwood tarmac.
Digital voices drift across the outlying fields.
I cross the A180 bridge and pick up another chalk rock from Capital Hill.
A guy in his mid-thirties cycles past conversing with himself and headphones in ears.
Quayside lorries mock me behind factorious fences.
Meanwhile, Daniels Company process workers wait at the relational bus stop mediated by images.