Esporles.
On the corner of Albion Street and Boar Lane. Free coffee from Caffé Nero. Good morning. Draw a line under the negative me since Estaing? What is going to happen today? Mum just told me the airport in Palma has been closed due to adverse weather - heavy rain not falling on the plains of Spain - but I believe that is old news? *** Dead moods. Yes I understand dead moods. When I can not connect with anything to help me claw myself up from the flatness. 2nd time in a few weeks when I can't connect. It's LBA. It's a form of escapism. But it's never going to resolve it unless I face it absolutely head on. Although I know it's always up to me I don't think it's a thing I can chose. Cause and effect. The world I react to is simply my projection. Voices, in waves, like a tide Overwhelm in foaming murmur; Differential drown, Approaching yet to depart And return again; spluttering. But no words, only Suggestions, on this dead shore. From a landscape to cloud cover. ...