After working all night giving out more meds and blankets than really saving any lives I find cigarettes and co amoxiclav in the A&E toilets where the addicts have been shooting up moments after we attempt to fix them. My septic man who thinks he's in Iran is right about life when he pulls out... Continue Reading →
The car winds around barely visible tracks in the dry sand. We lose sight of the final buildings prior to the lagoon, tracing out a route between palm trees, sand and sea. After some searching, we come to a fence-line and a rusty, ajar gate. My friend has already disappeared beyond it into the trees... Continue Reading →
The young black wife of the old white man... ...laughs. At the table, in the restaurant, between the azure swimming pool and the azure sea. Who are we? Are we? to judge...? Human rights answers are not easy. I wish I knew them.
My friend Dan sips a Fanta on the beach. 'This is a holiday in the mouth', he says. It reminds him of drinking Fanta on previous holidays. There's substance to his throwaway comment. Especially for someone (yours truly) who actively enjoys overthinking situations and seeking out connections and linkages. For Ibiza is a contradictory nexus... Continue Reading →