It’s always the same at this time of year.
The bedroom door is tiny I can’t fit through..
Next door
The lights shine from the window next door. The neighbors are celebrating christmas.
I rest my head and aching body on the bed. I keep the blinds open and close my eyes.
Nothing matters now. The people are silent, but happy.
A crowded silent office
They get up in the morning to go to a crowded silent office.
The people rarely talk to one and other as they try to increase the amount of friendships on social networks.
Episode one!
Here is the first episode of the bike tour from Edinburgh to Santiago de Compostela.
Check out more stuff here and stay updated on the next episodes.
Episode 2 coming soon… Very soon!
Orange walls
Bike grease stained legs
Hands are dirty,
Head is empty
And a belly full of figs.
Keep updated on the trip page
Up and down France and Spain
Swirls & twirls
Deep voices mutter
Secrets dipped in jealousy
The throat shakes
Like an old man’s hands
