Jetstream rain fell for weeks, a flood of black dogs ran riot.
I thought Spain at first, but……..
Hiding in books and films, Soviet sci-fi, Arkady and Boris Strugatsky took me on a Roadside Picnic with Stalker as guide under the direction of Tarkovsky.
There were bottles of booze at a bar then the trip began in a cloud of green weed smoke. It led to the Zone, nothing was as it seemed.
Nuts led the way, yes nuts like the weatherman. Radiation would be highest on the copper mountain wastelands, in another world.
Parys Mountain lit up, unbelievable colours, barren piles of ore. The sun shone, the dogs hunted under the cloud shadows.
The poison pools gave cover, a good place to sleep. Orange nebulae grew in the water at never ending depths.
A presence lurked and came with a net, a surreal image, was it from Figueres? The seams against the cloud edge gave it away.