I was striding down the dusty crowded roads, of parachute, 2013.
My nose was full of dust, so I couldn’t make out the fish.
“What Are you cooking?” I asked.
“Fish burgers.” My dad told me.
“Okay” I said.
I saw some kids with there mum wheeling them round in a trolley
“Wheee, fast faster!” one of them yelled
I could imagine them on a sand buggy zooming around in the desert.
I hear some music coming from the other side of the road, some people playing on rubbish bins with bottles were making music. I could imagine them on the big mainstage, playing a song.
I see some people playing cards. I could imagine them as the professional card players.
I sit down, put my sunglasses on and look into the sunset.
This, Is parachute.
I Walked back to our tent, anglicans@parachute, I smelt the gentle tasteful smell of fish patties.My nose was full of dust, so I couldn’t make out the fish.
“What Are you cooking?” I asked.
“Fish burgers.” My dad told me.
“Okay” I said.
I saw some kids with there mum wheeling them round in a trolley
“Wheee, fast faster!” one of them yelled
I could imagine them on a sand buggy zooming around in the desert.
I hear some music coming from the other side of the road, some people playing on rubbish bins with bottles were making music. I could imagine them on the big mainstage, playing a song.
I see some people playing cards. I could imagine them as the professional card players.
I sit down, put my sunglasses on and look into the sunset.