28 09 07

Skimming stones

Genoa to Sette, again
I like this bit
I’m heading for home though there is still a sense of a journey to be made
prolong the finish

Leave El Chico
There is a cold wind coming of the mountains
Sun shines through
Drive through south of France
I like this bit - easy playing which goes with that riviera thing
To find the salt again
This time the Camargue
Big saline at Agues Morte
An impressive fortified town
Big Norman wall with square turrets, impeneretable - once
The salt is piled up in large hillocs, very industrial
Makes Mozia look hand crafted

Feel tired now
Sette and the area is interesting
Saw some great gypsies at the service station, real Romanies
White horses and pink falmingoes
Their pink is soft, like they are made of blotting paper
or something that is slowly soaking up the pigment, like ink, from the edges

Etap
I am Etap, resistance is futile, I will be assimilated

Go and find a restaurant in Sette
Moules by the harbour
Ship leaving for Tangiers, into the pink light, southwest to Africa

I’m in a state of liquid flux
going somewhere but not yet arrived
eyes open memory ticking - back and forth
the present is the weight of the pendulem
perfect evening
everything going into the pinked air

To Vic or not to Vic