twentiet morning notes

05.12.2013
Sameas Everyday. Sameasany Wikde. Mechanical awakening, radio alarm, get the things together. Intake prescription with water, keeps da head in order. Cat is too tired to want feeding. Too bad. At the busstop before there is any greater realization of having moved. The white haired smoking stumpy shopwoman steams past. Six minutes wait, six minutes waste. Guten Morgen Guten Morgen. Bus. Driver gives one euro change. Sleep motion, blurmotion. Main station,yellow square, door. Yormaquick. Butterbrazen Belog with coffee. Building worker, the pretty one, is there again all wound up and angry again. She goes on and on with her friends. Nobody looks well today. All out to railway platform at six.
Follow.
Train punctual. Couples fast, no ado. There are not many people on board today. Jacket off. Miserable  German Railway Designer coathooks do not work well. Gabbling and yapping fellow passengers. Depressing technocratic males. Then the train just waits, waits, and waits. Loudspeaker says "Achtung" and makes a gulping sound. Something probably wrong.
Train in movement, relieving. The loudspeaker is so quiet that the sotto sottissime voce attendant can be hardly heard and not understood in the least.
Light blue velour seats with small dark blue regular squares in orderly rows thereon. In the sixties those would have been polka dots, but not being round they are not that. Most fellow passengers are consulting their telephones, Waiting for communication or communicating.
On the right.  Moosburgers home.
Halfway Mark as usual. People on the way to Munich shuffling alongside the carriage, boarding. Shuffling down the aisles searching for suitable seats. Black anoraks everywher, fashionable or cheap.
Next stop Freising
wait for the second announcement
Next stop Freising, please get out on the right.

Get up and go
The white lady has her suitcase with her today, on account of an office christmas party. She will not be going home after. Her employer must love her.

The bus driver is in a bad humour today and will not let anyone on board at his set down stop. Too bad, go over to the other side of the road. Self important baldy headed bollocks.
The sunrise is hidden behing the lousy weather today, all is dark wet and cold. The seats of the bus are covered with a carpet-like veloursy material with black depictions of transport machinery on them. Cyan patterns highlighting the black primitive drawings or making abstract patterns of their own. Some pink splotches as well. All drawn with a simple stroke, like a childs drawing  or a drawing from a book for children.
Two girls, young women across the aisle discussing the content of their telephones with great engagement and amusement. Life is regulated by these things today.

Stop.
Garching Forschungsreaktor.
Terminus. Let the other passengers out first. Dislike shuffling.

Walk through the desolate monstrous university buildings.

Clock in
Room 2055 is in possesion again.