You can almost smell the seaweed in the air, and the mere thought of touching that slimy wood makes you shiver a little. Beyond that fence, an endless landscape continues – a horizon of pastel colors where it is hard to tell where the sand turns into the sea. Two figures move through the blurry emptiness:

"...least 75 quid, I was at that garage next to Morrisons."
"Mhm, probably the radiator, I had that on my Corolla too. Leo – Liz's brother – knows his way around cars, should I ask...?"
"nah I've already left a deposit there, it's just that I have to hold out until Wed... Molly – leave it! Stop digging!"
"...anyway, I think he looks completely different when you're not actually looking at him."

The dialogue fades into the wind of a Michel Gondry film that you are watching through the keyhole of someone else's dream.

Drifting through Noikosmos #3, 2011