light grey light from window pouring over Hypnos termination leaving him to fade into the sound of a dismal howlcat in the hallway.
feedit fideliat.
fedit.
tablet.
freshsocks and cleanpants.
findshoes.
walk down the street slowly.
greyer haze than yesterday turning blue.
a' sure boys, lets sing to the foggy blue.
Gutenmorgen at the Bushaltestelle.
Twenty pigeons and some ducks.
there is nothing like a good duck.
chirbbird lively.
AnastasioYorma changes fifty.
Kind.
Forgotten pen.
write from memory.
Train daze
Because of the good weather
Because it is Friday.
everyone seems goodhumoured.
like a holiday.
In the bus a woman steps on the writers foot.
He retracts it.
She says thankyou.
why?
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