three thirty two morning notes

26.2.2014

The technical failure of the electronic clock, its voice void. At eight past five, it was habit that started the routine. The sound of the cat feeding in the kitchen was strange. Zelda normally asks, or demands more before checking the contents of her dish. Things are not always the same, but are the changes worth recounting?

True to form, the dear cat returned and complained, wanted more food, maybe attention too.

Left the house, there were yellow waste bags everywhere. waiting for collection by the bin men.

        The mostly blackly dressed girl approached the bus stop-Stiding at a great pace, high speed. Flat shoes black headscarf. The one with the big white hat too, walks along mincingly, but with purpose. She had her hair in her hat. That is why it looks so enormous.

        The bus driver was chatting with his friends. Took time to take the money and give the ticket. He was balding thin man with glasses.

        The yellow quadrant reserved for smokers  in front of the station, with its customers handing

around outside.. Smokers smoking. Addicts. Their business. 

The coffee and pretzel, breakfast-the mornings medication did not count as such.

        The mosaic maker comes in complaining over yesterdays train. Trains have a hard time, they can never be punctual enough.

        In the seat in the train, the train empty today, yesterdays episode in the s-Bahn local train came to mind:

        The train was filled with the overpowering stench of the previous night's debauchery. One man, asleep in his seat, dressed in a cowboy costume, snoring and  farting and god only hnows what else was the visible source of this assault on the olfactory apparatus. The stench steadily overpowered all in the carriage. and he with his eyes dosed, smiling and happy.. Drunk as a lord, obnoxious, oblivious. The office people, the passengers, became obsessed with the smell, they feared for their perfumed existence  Upon leaving the train they all ran down the platform, as if the smell would follow them and cause them, if caught, to smell too. Holding noses with loud expressions of disgust. The man  probably had serious problems on his continued journey. All the way through the city.!

       
Twenty four hours later, there was a tense apprehension felt among the waiting passengers unwilling to see, hear, or even smell whatever that the local trains had on offer.

"Freisiny, exit to the night" 

no, the right.