15.11.2013
unbroken sleep is a joy, not a god-given right.
Broken night again. Dream of fire alarms wakens at five, slow realization that nothing is burning. Turn the clock off.
Off.
Off.
Roll out of bed, find clothing.
cat today. Wants food, that's all. give it its food. Peta bit. Pat a cat.
Find shoes
Find glasses.
go.
stairs and out.
cold old empty streets...
So far deserted.
Just the sound of trucks today, none visible. Overlook low seating arrangement in pedestrian area. Sore.
Streets dark, Bus stop lonely. good morning lady with her weekend bags. the Bus driver gets five ten, gives me four back. And a ticket. Ambulance on the way. Makes for thoughts and wonderings. And fears.
Streets dark, Bus stop lonely. good morning lady with her weekend bags. the Bus driver gets five ten, gives me four back. And a ticket. Ambulance on the way. Makes for thoughts and wonderings. And fears.
But a praisin', new girl at yormas, donkeys home!
cough he?
Donkey!
Bitter scone!
Get my stamp, no change, put a lid on my coffee.
cough he?
Donkey!
Bitter scone!
Get my stamp, no change, put a lid on my coffee.
The regulars are all there, same people every day. Same train.
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, a young family comes in. Small child unhappy, but quiet. To early for it by far.
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, a young family comes in. Small child unhappy, but quiet. To early for it by far.
Platform full. Man with the pony tail in grey is there. Strange to be in a country where the whole population seems to be ageing with' you. Like
a choir or some unsympathetic symphony.Train on time..
Train out late.
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