Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

Repeat

Open road not often this free bike heaving pulling at the leash impatient to go thoughts fly faster tangents and unconnected multiple streams of ideas and fears and expectations and words merging and splitting away to merge back again site needs redesigning a trip cancelled another didn’t materialise need reading up on sanga literature need to fuel up there’s one around the bend haven’t come up with a decent headline in ages portfolio needs tweaking damn that car was close thank god good brakes what do I hear big crash somebody’s hurt bad must be bleeding crazy hey the sky’s a nice shade of magenta