I’m at the skyscraper flat, top floor, where I keep my boat. As you do… I’m glad that we are so high up, when the next wave comes in we have a chance go with a flow.
Its abour 11am, and I realised it’s still dark outside. I am quite sure it’s a day. The sky is covered with thick clouds and it is as dark as if it was night time. I am trying to stop some people and tell them about it, but everyone is ignoring me, rushing to do something. There is that distress in the air I feel they know. they suspect. And it’s no point going through it. Is this the begining of the end? Life without a sun? I see a man in a lift, the doors are closing, end before they do I notice, he’s got my jawelery on. There is that feeling of everyone just minding they own survival. Noone is running for life here. But everyone is determined to grab what’s handy.
I look at the sky again and I see stars, badly pixelated, I realise its a projection, a very obvious one and badly done. I grab my friend and I point out to the sky I say ‘look those stars are fake, they arent real!’
