three thirty one morning notes

19.02.2013

the land of Nod. Bastet, the Egyptian cat god, no sleep. no energy. The cat at night, wants food, doesn't eat. Aimless wandering. No joy at the thought of the day. Move to manage the days adversity. The morning café, all those here have serious expressions, glancing grimly at clocks, consulting watches. 'it seems a good day for a mass depression. All things appear slower today * 'The light in the train is dull, greenish yellow... People doing things with their mobile telephones, not telephoning, sending missives through space informing others, of their being,their existence.

The train itself-has technical problems.. It rolls out late.

so far this day would have been best spent in bed. The muttered announcement over the loudspeakers, barely intelligible, confirms this...

Details of the morning appear coated in a grey veil, hard to distinguish and easily forgotten. The blue and white limp balloons outside the new baker shop spring to mind. They have lost air over the last few days, but they still find use. Will the proprietor sell his wares according to the same principle? Perhaps. Why is this tuesday terrible? Is this a case of the viewer tainting all that he describes with his foul humours? The good morning lady back at the bus stop was friendly enough, though she never says anything else but good morning. Today is an amorphous day with no highlight. There is no tangible reason for this,.

It will be no more than a succession of phatic utterances. An insipid mass of low level co-existence, each and every one fighting against the time that takes their lives.