Suddenly I’m up and out running again, surreal, blurred at the edges, but floating along by the sea again.
Just like back in the previous incarnation of life by the storm front seas of Folkestone.
The waves don’t try to drag you into their murky depths here if you stray too close,
but despite being still and calm, you always feel that something dangerous lurks beneath.
Maybe it’s the Manitou, manifestation or the ugliness of the Snake pit of Shekou that gave birth to it.
I feel better for it and yes the Electro continues, despite fatigue, the sands of time and the wheels of fate.
But the Wheels of Fate are always turning me back to the darkness, back to the shadows of electro and now orchestral for film.
Coming soon to your town…
The Ghost That Walks