Ed Burle The first thing you see on ascending the stairs leading out of the metro is the blue sky over Barcelona – sky that is rinsed in the dark blue face of the sea, sky that touches the sleeping branches of trees, the coloured spirals of the Sagrada Familia. Your heart is hungry, in search of a dream, your heart is weary, emptied of dreams. Sun today, that finds your skin, pours its radiance over the city. This voice that is yours, that is someone else’s (someone you’re yet to be, are becoming). Whatever it is you’re looking for isn’t to be found here, but for now you are here, and for now nothing is clear except for the blue sky over Barcelona.
Featured on 4 February 2021