08.04.2020

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I zoom in and out at The Europarc roundabout – sometimes Beechwood Farm is visible, others it is not. 2010. 2020. It just depends.

I sigh, because someone once told me that it’s ‘good for your health.’

I wait for a moment and feel the next wave of uncertainty flow through my central nervous system.

Birdsong temporarily redirects my thinking.

The lamp posts form a guard of honour along Europarc Way.

I feel sad for a yellow bollard as it waits on a neglected islet looking out across to the motionless A180.

I wandered into Tesco Cathedral at 10am with the Grimsby hoards. A stressed out woman rattled by the rush calls from behind: ‘Get out of my way dickhead.’ I breathe for a moment and remember the warmth of the Covid sun.

I haven’t managed to visit europarc for some time now.

I’ve noticed that one of the Origin buildings has been vacant for over a year…

Radio waves floated as the integrated wonder team feigned good health outside Genesis Office Park.

Exposed (cough…tick and tock) epicentre.

A red van passed the newly installed virus squad kiosk as a post-shift admin worker mumbled bitterly as he progressed along Pegasus Way.

“Try to assume that certainty was always uncertain.” He rasped.

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