Twenty ei morning notes

28.1.2014

Dreams end at five. Futile subconscious attempts to describe the alarm. Equally futile attempt to attribute the sound to another cause. lights on, clock off, sleep on.

Wake at five thirty.

Panic.

socks and pants from ar wardrobe. bathroon, shave wash, hair reticent,uncontrollable. What the hell. Be a clown today. Dress up, downstairs, leave house,- down street. Awfi, Abbi, Aussi, Abbi. The main streets are full of people at this later time. The discount bakery has turned into an up-market cafe. The skip is still there, full of old light fittings. The bus will arrive at five fifty six, according to the message on the sign... On the automatic sign. Wait. There is so much more traffic than on usual days ten minutes earlier.

Bus punctual. At the hospital see an ambulance driver clean up his car.

Station, coffee shop and platform. Sit and blog. Tidy man with grey hair and a red pullover opposite., reads his book. The train reaches Moos Burg, dazed quiet passengers. There, a jocular crowd boards the train,and starts hunting for seats. The train is not full, nobody standing.

        The new passenger to the right complains over the luxury her husband lives in. She is talking to her  colleague, who grunts in lieu of a reply. 
Freising