Badtraum2020

To chance is to risk all. Gamblers play to lose and rollers of the cosmic dice stand by the roadside in the rain for three hours, waiting for a car to stop. Only to see Holy Sun come blazing out over Narbonne. As a red bus pulls up driven by a beautiful young woman called Autumn. Smoking rollups and talking in her native French like some Luc Besson Nikita grinding gears in the new post COVID world of France in 2022. She will call you on your bullshit and laugh if you chicken out on the adventure as the answer to getting scared in this staring contest with the Universe is,,,go further. Even if it feels like the grim reaper has crawled into your rucksack and is whispering for you to end it all. NO! Suicide is a life destroying illusion brought on by a profound tiredness of body and mind,,,and not knowing the rules of the game. If you hide away indoors like some bedsit recluse you will never meet a goddess of the highway. It's a nice idea that she might move in opposite yo...

Armed with the essentials: smart phone, bank card, earplugs, I have been living in international airports for about three weeks now. When you can get a connecting flight for less than ten Euros and you can sleep in the airport, get drinking water, use free toilets for washing, have WiFi and charge phones and power banks for free! Why spend eighty Euros for one night in some generic hotel room? It's tiring, true. Food prices in airports are obviously sky high (coughs and smirks) so learning to live on water, crisps, bread, salami bought from a supermarket in town, and the occasional rare overpriced coffee can be a survival course under the glaring perpetual lights and the loud speaker announcement monotony of airport camping. This isn't some Special Forces misery in the cold wild of Scotland with horizontal rain to contend with. No! This is the psychological torture of listening to Debbie from accounts going on her annual holiday to Magaluf talking about cock. Or its...