twenti morning notes

3.12.13
Toss and turn at night seems like all night, but if it were so I would not be sleeping in in the morning. So No! So the usual rude mechanical awakening, the pain of leaving bed, the necessity of the daily fulfillment  of the doctors  prescription, of leaving bed, of the journey to the shower, of the warm shower and all the lesser ablutions of the morning, of the naked return to the bedroom,if anyone is watching at this hour of the morning may they die of fright. Enclothe and dose the cat with a renaissance of the contents of its bowl plus the stinking remainder in the felix tin. Cat happy. No shaving today, do that in room 2055 much later.
Leave the house, taking a screw from the lock of the door as a sample for  the store. Rounding the bend nearly collide with the town christmas tree with all its polished balls out in the cold. Oh come all ye faithful.
People are in a hurry today, bicycles and cyclists shooting by in almost every direction, men at the busstop getting into pole position to be first on the bus and efficient and all.
Good Morning good morning lady. She is underway today as well.
Man with the ponytail hair and smoking in short sleeves outside the smokers yellow square. He is such a rebel, and people freeze just looking at his bare arms. He gives me a friendly gutenmorgen today.
The middleaged yourma service woman is blind inefficient, effusively gets her change confused, and overfriendly. Why give her a hard time, breakfast comes as always. Usual table and write blog.
Sixam, out on platform – wait!
More jostling for that pole position to win the daily race for the seats. Enough seats today. Table spot, good for commuting scribblers. young woman settles down opposite, she needs none of the table she is reading her news on her mobile telephone. She is drinking Starbucks, where on Earth did she get that from? The two gents over the aisle talk incessantly, without a break, on every kind of subject.

Trains have lost there rythm, with these welded tracks, they move in a steady rush like a warping enterprise, no kaduck kaduck kaduck kaduck. anymore. The stop in Fort Moss is reached,roll in – train fills. No space for baggage in modern trains, everyone keeps their coats on and there bags on their knees.
Times changes.
there are more men on the train now than some time ago. No paying the price for individual transport any more, petrol repairs and parking. 6:28 Longstream near upper bumblebee, no stopping there, so fry sing soon. Let us pray that the local is on time.
Crowds in fromt of the exit. Let youse out, lemee in. Me Me. Downstairs and Upstairs and in the white ladies chamber. She speaks of her international bosses today, on about the Italians, the Norse, the Spanish, the British and the Americans.
Announcement for Neufahrn out on the left and we stagger down the corridor as the train sways wildly over the points.
Now the meeting of the trains. Slowly Slowly out driver approaches the waiting train.  The esthetic of the slow approach followed by the hard contact. Then the opening of doors.
Down and out.
out of the station.


Dawn is visible from the bus today. Bright red and orange.
At the stop the reactor is dramatic like the cover to a futuristic novel.

Clog in. 12Hrs missing. must fix

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