Many ravens flying south. The cattle keep stamping during transport, they are restless. The Rhine seems to me like the Nanay, although there’s absolutely nothing at all that could remind someone of the Nanay. I wish the ferry had taken longer coming over from the other shore, as a crossing such as this is meant for a man to fully digest. With me are three or four cars, the water is light brown, no other ships in sight.

Werner Herzog – Of Walking in Ice

Julie is in her room. Grey. Four grey walls. Grey ceiling. Grey floor. A high window with grey blinds lets in some reluctant light. Grey light. Just enough grey light to see her grey room. She lies on her narrow, metal-framed bed and her head is full of grey. Greyness seeps even into her dreams.

Picture of The Rhine near Rüdesheim am Rhein ©Bobby Seal