29th April 2014
Why does a ten year-old suddenly start running around at three in the morning to feeding a cat?
The story is simple enough. Due to internal pressures the young man had to go to the loo during the night. The slamming of the doors led to the cats awakening . Nobody can be quite sure of what the cat thinks, but it requires food. The young man feeds it.
Twice.
The alarm seemed early today, and it was difficult to decide on whether the weather would require a parka or not. When in doubt- parka.
Leaving the house in the grey light of this morning, the church steeple in the low clouds. The LED-lit Leather shop, today a red bag.
The castle is in the clouds too, the dull grey light is interspersed with the whitish light from the mercury vapour street lamps. With their old style lantern appearance they contrast, not just in colour, with the sodium lamps that appear to float in their suspensions, glowing orange over the centre of the main street.
The man with the crutches at the bus stop, clicking his way on ahead.
good morning.
Bus.
The man with the hair, smoking, outside that square.
Anas' S at Yorma's smiles, today is not Monday. Maybe she will be laughing by Sunday.
The train rolls through the grey light, a light that appears to solidify as it gets later, into the hemo- genic grey depression of the forming morning
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