Pontoon Dock, east of Silvertown, dead space bright idea that got killed by the Y2K bug, there’s no pleasure in this garden (just dial 999). Derek helps me over Gate 7 and we drift around the forbidden ground seen only through glass and from far away. I can hear and feel the vibrations left from the past and the resentment from the others.  They just didn’t want to be disturbed, they cheated and dealt me a bad card…… 22? Busted!


Supervised wandering and mindless clicking. You can’t have it both ways, you’re either taking photographs or you’re not. Vincent’s flower arrangement distracts me and makes anything I do insignificant. The anchor to reality keeps you in the here and now with zero chance for abstract reflection. What’s on my mind….absolutely nothing. (I’m so sorry.)