18.3.2014
Bip and caterwail. The cat has learnt not to disturb before the bip bip of the clock.
To du loo, feed da cat and put the clothes on. leave for the street,
Pen forgotten. The light is still on in the doorway
- Showing the way back home.
There are many at the bus stop today. guten Morgen. The bus driver, bald man with a moustache. Still, he has hair about his crown. The bus journey itself has so gone over into routine that it would be difficult to remember details.
Due to the warm weather, there are many more bicycles at the railway station. The smokers yellow pound is deserted. The door to the station hall is jammed open. Blondie yorma-boss today. For a petite she has a gruff voice, unexpected strong accent. Bavarian. She did not understand the Anglo-Irish" butter brazen". She gives a charming smile after all that. The railway carriag rolls on into the
now brightning day, with the recorded announcer and the jocular ticket collector. Men sleeping, or playing with mobile computers.
One writing this blog into a book at grey paper.
Coming into Moosburg the full moon is visible over the 'housetops, glowing through the brightening mist. 'Another month has passed. "Like a dock, that was built to show the elapsed time, advancing to the measure of the time and would finally appear to be the creator of time itself... Much credit to a non-sentient mass of brassy cogs and wheels, springs and pendulums.
Tinny tarsi, the old bitch, has receded in be a purely noticeable background hiss. One of the taken drugs, or all in concert are responsible for that.
The joy at her leaving are slightened by the circumstances of her departure:
The loudspeaker:
"Näste station Friving. Es bestehen Umsteigemöglichkeiten zum öffenlichen Nahverkehr sowie der S Bahn"
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