Thursday, 6 February 2014

twenty nint morning notes

Felix domestica in situ est. And drives sleep out. Jumps on the bed and makes cat eat complaints.
Off down the stairwell with her.
Bathroom.
Lights on in stairwell. Sound of the cat excavating its out tray. The cat comes in later, all purrss and grunts. After five feed her. Bathroom, wash and wake. Shake and bake? Wife awake, good morning. The cat noises would awaken anyone. Martins twin bells ring-It is the same hell twice, not twins really. lt is half past.
The street is empty. At the church there is a white van, with sounds of tidying in the rear, from its loading buy. Two pigeons in theater street, the first of this years crows. The friendly good morning at the bus stop-As every day but slightly different everyday. Give thc his driver his money. Get a ticket.
Bus daze.
Railway. The longhaired man and the orange haired elderly teenager. She is wearing black leather today, or oilskins Hard to say in this tlght. Anastasia is back today. Her smile is shorter today, it is busy, and Their seems to be tension there between her and the other. waitresses. Oh well, food. The goo meng man and the woman with the flat face chat. Hand bag and stool there too. Building worker arrives. Platform.
Board.
A young woman sits down opposite. wish, An owl pendant, black owl around her neck. Five glittering: studs in her right ear, all different sizes. Dark rimmed glasses. Redtop, black hair and trousers The cords of her ear speakers are red too. So carefully, lovingly styled...
after Moosbuvy she hides her face behind her jacket, which is hanging on its hook by the window. Sleeps,

There are many in the train just killing Time. It is their choice to waste it. 

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