Haven't seen the sun for several days, but today there was at least some variation in the grey ceiling. Went for a walk under the motorway today, lots of mud, mud and cloud and cold water. Lots that actually is good.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio. Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." -Hamlet

I stood with my back to the cliffs of the boundary of conciousness; the wind farm turning behind me built in the stream of the updrafts coming from beyond and below them.

Listening to the muffled roar of the sea swell hitting this solid continent hundereds of feet beneath the salty cliff edge soil and it's clumps of seathrift.

Fulmars throwing themselves up through the gusts and sliding out to sea between the layers of buffetting air.

I slowly took a few steps forward, inland.

Taking turns to watch the horizon.

"Our systems always have errors, but this is good 'since it is always the errors of our systems that have released us from the tyranny of our systems.'"
-W.Berry

The sky is watery murk. It swipes you, and squeezes its coldness into the stones.

met a guy who has written a book on magic mushrooms, based on 17 years of practical experience.
and lots of other interesting people that night under the railway arches.

and walking the windy postcoded roads of Aberdeen.