14.2.2014
Insistent clock and cat, tablet water. The cat is so desperate that she cracks her head to the bottle. It makes a sharp noise. CRACK. She is silent for two seconds.
Feed her. Fed her. Wash.
Procedures as everyday. Wife awakens. Lights out.
Wait.
In the street, twin peals from the bells of saint Martins, count the steps, at three hundred-loose count.
In the main street there is a slow police car.
Past the bakers, a fat man drinking coffee inside.. There is a sound of loud voices from the bus stop. Two men, one in a tee shirt and no jacket, the other in a jacket with no tee shirt attempt to stop the traffic, to hitch a lift. May the fantasy work and wonder as to how they got into such a state. Loud imprecations follow every passing car. The one with the jacket attempts to warm the one in the tee shirt, and recieves a barrage of criticism as to his somewhat obscure homophiliac aims. Both are frozen, there is frost everywhere. They are probably quite drunk. One tries to call a taxi as the bus comes. They get onto the bus and drive three stops.
Could have walked. They don't pay the bus fare, the driver wisely ignores them.
The coffee was ordered, is being drunk in the cafe, on the train. The welcoming loudspeaker, female voice today, rounds as the train leaves Landshut station. Can existence be reduced still further, do we greatly want to reduce our lives to a regular clockwork that, in itself, knows no future and no past. The female voice belonged to the ticket collector,- and she collects tickets.
NOW!
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