the sensation of not having slept and then being torn out of sleep by an insistent beeping. The routine, the light, the medicine the water to clear it down. Find fresh clothes, dean away yesterdays, wash and shave. The cat is silent today. The sound of the Brillie electromagnetic dock beating out its thirty seconds one after another. In time to a half-second pendulum. At half past, down the stairs. The cat has left a heap in the middle of the passage. It is getting old. No time to clear it away. No bells today. On the way to the bus stop only one pedestrian. No delivery trucks. It is quiet. good morning at the bus stop.
Just before the bus arrives a small, bandy- legged woman wearing a lumpy coat with a hooded sweatshirt and carrying an utterly mistaken rucksack covered in colourful print. Let her on the his first. She has a hooked nose and matted, unkempt hair. She gives her money, does something complicated trying.to make up the change for the driver. She is hunch-backed and has more lines in her foce than a relief map of the Alps depicts.
The bicycles are now parked everywhere in front of the station. They seem like hundreds. The stands are already full.
New young girl at yormas. Crisp, efficient manner, almost rude. Fast and forgetful. Go to the same table as every day, and start to write these morning notes in the grey book.
The goo meng man smiles and looks friendly. After two years a friendly glance like that means a lot. These are a conservative people, they have their curiousity under control.
On the way to the platform a young girl walks down the platform wearing bright dayglo green suede boots and a likewise orange dayglo scarf. Dark tights and a rain jacket complete the outfit.
Is this an omen?
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