day two week forty six, morning notes

3.6.2014

Light from the window, grey and flat. Sound of the cat,

the clocks. 

Feed the cat, happy cat.

Bathroom, mirror. Last nights shower has left the hair standing, like a golliwog, or a Stuwelpeter.

Brush the hair and the teeth, keeping the respective tools separate.

The gato lout, insistent. More food.

Leave the house, leave the door open.

grey bin day today, the remainders of two weeks.

Crud.

at the bus stop the police speed past, many cars. good morning, the man with the crutches passes

on too. The bus driver wears gloves, this may save his hands from the dirt of the money,

The police are all at the casinos down the road. Maybe a break-in, who knows other than they?

There is no exsquary hairy smoker at the station, the door jams too.

No change for Anastasia today, it does not work every day..

a girl with violet stockings and a maroon scarf around her neck is just ahead. She is wearing the dark- rimmed glasses that they are all wearing these days. Stuck at the door, carrying her bags and her coffee,  the door is jammed, the coffee is to be preserved. Help, push the swing door to.

A really friendly smile.

The light from the run glows and is yellow..

The Moosbug chemicals factory glows yellow in the fog.