Author: Marc Renshaw
Wandering around digital parkway
Building a new nowhere
X floated past Beechwood and down into Vaconsoft Parkway. It was a warm early evening and the smell of candy floss filled the airways.
‘Hey Xtelrich, how was zeltopia?’
The executives inhaled and exhaled the capital drifting from the great drain of Sweetdale. Things felt a little off kilter if truth be told.
The Rhine weren’t super posed
I can’t always be
What Eoin and Sandison know way beneath vast tracks of pylons as X segues past laconic seagulls post-misfits of an unfamiliar rhyme.
An imagined shadow reminds times are bad now…
I still visit Europarc from time to time. A souped up red car revs behindeth me. I can’t quite believe but then neither
Stopped by on Sunday to get a takeaway Sunday roast from Beechwood. The place was heaving.
I drifted in and out like the ghost of Europarc leaving the madness behind…