Origin Way. Summer. June. 17.20 hours. Friday evening.
A perpetual backdrop of scowling traffic ebbed and flowed along its A180 tributary.
The latest intake of notional students lolled around on the red sun-baked paving of Origin Way.
Europarc nine to fivers began exiting the site for a weekend of prescribed leisure whilst security guards, process workers and cleaning operatives remained in situ.
X registered a moment of sublimation as a crow hopped from one lamp post to the next.
The lights transformed from dim grey glow to an illuminated orange as the fowl of the air landed upon each pedestal.
A dyed blonde-haired woman in her early thirties drove past.
She lit a post-work cigarette upon exiting Origin Way.
X lurked among the carefully tended shrubbery – it’s gaze gently resting upon an empty glass balancing on a steel bollard.
The fresh-faced students continued to bathe in a collective subconscious haze.
X was bathed in an orange hue as it loitered under a lamp outside the Innova Centre – Vaconsoft Parkway.
It observed as the lights went out within the platinum enveloped building. A silhouette of a cleaner donning blue overalls moved around the staircase activated the sensors. She disappeared into another room.
X shivered in the car park below.
A male figure, perhaps a security guard looked into the distance from the third floor.
The cleaner re-appeared holding a mop and bucket.
a bearded guy in his late 20′s/early 30′s left via the front entrance.
The starlings tailed the traffic along the distant freeway.
A track suited balding guy in his fifties walked across the emptying car park clutching a white box.
A figure waving from the entrance of the Innova Centre – the cleaner. She was polishing the windows with vigour.
Unnoticed, X returned the gesture and waved back at her.
The cleaner picked up her mop with bucket and faded into the Innova darkness.
X rested by a bench down by the virtual lake. It homed in on the kitchen area of the Origin Two building. Person A: ‘You know wot…sometimes you’ve just gotta let ‘em get on with it…when she relapses…I only know one side of it…’
Waiting for a bus outside the centre of innovation at Europarc, Grimsby.
Hope. Rain. Tanned executive. Bearded. Solid silver ring. Talking into mobile phone.
A magpie shelters under CCTV camera.
Metallic rain intensifies.
Smell of steaming tar.
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A reply by Brian Lewis from Longbarrow Press on Twitter:
A continent’s aid at crofts’ end: all trades converge on Europarc, hail Innovation, Pegasus, Origin and Genesis.
Emotional business strategies…
europarc project – runs until mid-Jan 2018
Q: What should europarc be called post – brexit? Keep/change name?
Survey: https://euromarc.typeform.com/to/eRcXpw
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