Brian’s Vision Quest

It’s a warm evening and the scents of violet buddleia around the Medway Council Offices are interlaced with smoke from Brian’s purple kush. “Do you want a smoke man? I’m waiting for these bottles to go past, lots of these fucking bottles”. He is stoned and staring at the convoy of beer and coke cans, coffee cups and assorted plastic flotsam parading down river past our nearby river wall. I suspect I’m not seeing what he’s seeing at all.