Last night on the Queensferry Crossing headed horth, hardly any traffic, usual futile looking roadworks, supermoon obscured by clouds, lights and lines.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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