4.5.2014
the crack between the upper lid and the lower lid widens to let the dawn into the torpid brain. This slightest of movements is registered by the cat. She is there, begging for breakfast and-gets her head scratched. A return to the rule of Hypnos, desirable, but a bad idea.
Short doze and dress in daze. Days like this are not for early risers, Bathroom, ng.
Into the kitchen, feed the cat.'
Down the stairs, out of house. Martins Kalauers opposite, pub run by torreta, an Italian cucinarist, a man of great slime and charm. Pass goldies giddie shop, and on to the graveyard. Twelve pigeons picking. Pigeons pairing, following each other, heads jerking back and forth, cooing.
Bus stop early, let bus four pass, and wait.
River grey, pigeons picking at the food left for them by a morning walker. Two in flight, one passes left and one irght. Wind of passing, fright. Flight rats
Good morningy is wearing shirt and black outfit today. The gloved bus driver takes his money, gives ticket. Fast driver..
Yormer's, bright, cheerful, Anastasia friendly and precise. No effusive remarks, careful and neat.Barstool in the way in the cafe, move it to one side. Taken by the black-haired beauty with her handbag, sits on it herself today. 'Her group is complete, but for the mosaic maker. She is back from a break, her hair is longer
The subtrack passageways left behind to board the train already waiting int the platform, doors agape, seats to be found. Beep of door closing mechanism and shake of train coupling. Both trains together are now ready for their daily run to Munich, from the capital of neither Bavaria to the capital of upper Bavaria, a journey of good seventy miles.
With stops in Maesbury and Freising., matt towns with gone greatness.
Every day.
A humming regularity that absorbs the weight of time, running by as one of four dimensions.
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