The giant lump of steal races up the tarmac faster and faster. You can hear the charging engines from a mile away. The heat pumps at your face. The wind whizzes past like it’s surfing a wave. You cannot stop it now the plane is in mid-air.  

Rows and rows of houses flood the city. Towers grow taller and taller into the night sky. People crowd the underground to board their train. You can hear the dongs of Big Ben from where ever you are. Black cabs and red buses spray colour into the endless city.  The river Thames cuts through the city like a knife.

Walls of toys tower over you. Bobbing lights hang above. Boxes and boxes surround you. All you can hear is the beeps from the check outs. Furniture and food shoot out at you at every isle. Printed signs are planted everywhere like a mine field waiting to be stepped on.      

Roaring machines crash through forgotten memories. Streams of cars flood the gates eager to get in. Continuous truckloads of waste rain down. It is not needed and it is not wanted. As you enter, the smell of rotting lives clogs your nose. Pure dump is how it works.

You can hear the sand blowing down the sand dunes. The waves crash and splash at the shells. Drift wood floats up on to the sand, waiting to be washed back out to sea. Foot prints get imprinted on the sand.  The sea gulls chirp as they wait for bits of scrap to float up on to the beach.

The stars live in mystical places nowhere to be found.  The sun rules over all other planets. It is like superior being above everybody. No one is around you and there is nothing to see. There is no limit to go, only the noise of your spaceship in a dark place.

A large green gate stood at the top of Villa Cesena. A rocky road leads down to the bottom of the crystal white villa. A light blue pool is what made villa stand out. The villa was surrounded by scrubby ant infested bush surrounded large villa. The villa is filled with tiled bath rooms. In the bush you can hear the wild dogs barking for food.

You can hear the bugs eating at the dead vegetation. Crazy vines slowly attach to nearby wood. Tall trees spurt up out of the ground as far as the eye can see. You can hear the wind rustle through the dark wet bush. Streams swoop around rocks and through small valleys.