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dark matter
02:46
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Brunel street, Birmingham to Bristol.
Ask a woman if she's waiting too, she says she is.
Multi story car park, Sainsbury's local, a fridge through a window.
Show the man my reservation number.
Grab a seat in the middle/back section.
No more parked cars, camera above my seat, a police car pulled over in the hard shoulder.
Four bridges in four minutes, blue sign, M5, highway maintenance.
Three lanes.
Blacked out Audi overtaking, two lorries back to back.
Another bus gently passing by, the driver looks like he's sitting on a throne.
Move into the middle lane, overtake a lorry
Three rows of lights going up.
White van with only half of the number plate illuminated.
A man being held at gunpoint as we pass over a river.
Trees, services in 16 miles, aliens on the other side of the road.
The lights go out.
Turn-off approaching, radiator on my right, lights approach across the middle
DHL warehouse, rows of double sided tall lights.
London, Swindon, Bath.
Riding against the arrows, green traffic light, another bridge.
Leaves orange, reflections blue, nineteen minutes left on the clock.
Triangle windows.
Tesco express with an empty car park.
Driver mumbles on the microphone.
Shell petrol station.
It's snowing now.
Something smells so good, rosemary chips fresh out the oven.
Sunbathing under a wide concrete bridge.
That big tower from Lord of the rings.
Golf course with no holes, cherry blossom, a large block of flats just for small insects.
It's stopped snowing now.
There is a man at the back selling copies of the Bible.
Seven lanes, no cars.
A spaceship taking off in the distance, a bird passing along the horizon.
It's actually quite beautiful once you get off the main bit.
Everyone turns their head to look at the woman coming out of the toilet.
A double decker bus just tipped over.
We've caught the past four green lights.
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national express bus
00:57
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wednesday
01:29
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I sit all day in my bedroom,
Getting things done, getting a headache.
I spin and I spin and I spin until I feel sick,
And then I sit on the bed, and I breathe for a bit.
I sit all day at my desk,
Looking at my laptop, getting things done.
I fling myself out of a helicopter and land on a car, on my back,
The roof caves in.
I sit all day on my chair,
Writing in my book, getting things done.
Emily calls and lights up my day, she's the best,
Why do I love to do this to myself?
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6. |
old files
04:01
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7. |
megabus
00:59
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8. |
iceland story
01:25
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So much depends on this bag of starburst in the rainbow shelves of the local shop.
He finds it miraculous that something so sweet and precious can be found in such an insignificant place.
Despite the electronic beeping and droning echoing through the shop he makes it to the cashier.
There is a short queue but it takes ages to pay.
When it finally is time to pay though he can barely stay awake.
His eyes sag and he sways on his feet.
He pokes his fingers into his wallet.
The pound coin is right there but he can't grip it due to his closing eyes.
So he props his eye open with thumb and forefinger and with the other hand he gives the coin to the cashier.
But his knees buckle and the floor warps and engulfs him.
He falls down into an indifferent blackness.
He may as well not be falling as there is no ground nor ceiling he is falling towards or away from.
There is no wind rustling through his clothes and hair.
He only feels the sensation of spinning.
His legs take up the space that his head occupied only moment earlier.
There is no defined end point to this nauseous ordeal.
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9. |
train
00:57
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10. |
winter
05:43
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