Sunday, four-oh-two

night dreams are gone now, time to daydream, barely started and sons alarm stops that. Why did he set it for seven? He does not wake, he lets it beep.
Let it beep.
Five minutes later a few earnest words of paternal wisdom. "Wake up, turn the alarm off, and go back to sleep". And so he does.
Sleep of the innocent.
Daily tablet now.
shower, why not? Rain outside, shower inside. Stand in the rain with soap? No! Shower in shower. Warmer.

Make the daily hot drink, but drink the cold coffee from yesterday anyhow. Supposed to make improve the looks, as a German saying would have it. Brown and bitter. Bitter brown.

Thin tinny whistle in the right ear. Always in the right. Nobody knows why, theories and ideas, just live with it. Learn to ignore it.
Sunday, day of rest. Silence in the streets, Utter silence here.

Golden silence in the light reflected from the building on the opposite side of the narrow street, with that buildings coat of yellow paint, in the style of the here-fashionable barock.

Schönbrunner Gelb

last august saturday

soft grey light from the sun risen behind clouds finds its way into opened eyes. The white ceiling looks grey.
Eyes close.
silence

clock ticks
Every thirty seconds that signal.
clack clonk.
Calling non existent slave clocks.

listen
cold infection rattles in the throat
no pain, just ticking rattle
open mouth - sound changes

get up, bathroom
water gurgles, go to kitchen
inspect coffee maker
half full.

Fill cup, and put it aside
dismantle machine, take filter out,
to balcony, empty the grounds
into the bin for biological waste.

Grind coffe, fill machine,
water coffee and screwthreads,
twist gas tap, press button,
coffee making

Take cold coffee, old coffee
go to sitting room
yellow light here,
house opposite is yellow.

write this, blug blog blag,
first thoughts, silence.
Earwhistler nose blocked.
cold wet summer day

blug

day five, year two week six

v29 th august 2014

Urge to go, dark outside, no alarm. Tinkle in the bathroom, tinkle pintle.

look at the bad clock.. Ten to five. Lie down, dark. Minutes are small, but they are worth having.

Post alarm, bathroom again, shave as the water is warming. Shower, hairwash, dry and brush.

Five minutes.

Tired. Clothes. goes. Collect those papers.

Two bells, Saint Martins. Half past.

Walk down the street. See little, all is dark but for the lamps. Further into the town the farmers market is being set up There is a smell of Those German sausages frying,and a sharp, nauseous smell of that mustard sauce, the kind that they like here. See a group attired (cleaner, maybe?] on their way

to work at the bus stop.

It is still dark, and will be until next year in spring.

A cette heuer!. Quelle horreur ! Cinq sunk

The bus driver does his works, and delivers the station. There is no smoker, the square is leer, empty, vide.

The smoker is inside the station. He has smoked already. Butter brazen disaster, butter spatter everywhere. Do they care? Hedgehog is friendly today.

on the way to the train there is a girl wearing black woollen gloves. It is not that cold!

A young family leaving for their holidays. Very worried. Little girl with Heidi plaits excited.

The train leaves into the growing dawn, headed for Maesbury. Then country is 'now lit by a soft light, reflection of the suns rays in the sky, diffusion in the atmosphere.

"The last construction day in Musbury. The train waits in the station, waits for twenty minutes until the tracks are free..

Cargo train, wagons with gravel hoppers. For the sleepers to rest on.... An announcement explains the delay. The man with the golden mobile nits down and consults his phone, reading his short text messages..

There is no end in sight, No end to this daily tangle, antagonism; varies muttering in the background, repeating Themselves, explaining themselves and others, explaining, complaining, moaning, ...ing, ....ing, 

Silence in golden, speech is silver. 

day four, year two week six

28 August 2014

A feeling of wakefulness all night. There must have been sleep. Sleep is only felt as a lack of tiredness. Turn off the sounding clock to shower and slave. gather the parts that are needed for the day, another day at work. go down the road. There is a headache and a cold, in the middle of summer. Crutch man at the bus stop...., Let him on the bus first, he is in a hurry to set down...

Say 'magen to the bus driver..., and  allow the short journey to turn into a blurred image, indistinct against the stack of similar images from the last years.

There is no smoker at the station, and the young women at yorma's cafe are friendly and neat as always. Cap the paper coffee mug,-say mowgen to the 'Hedgehog. Friendly Hedgehog, all on his own today, chatting with Anastasia as she works with her usual diligence. Suddenly she breaks out in peals of laughter, slowing here incredibly white teeth.

Then it is is passed into the past, the Hedgehog gone and she commences slicing tomatoes with a machine just like an oversize eggs slicer, with blades instead of wires...

- On the train, driving through the fog, there is almost complete silence, but for the friendly greetings from the ticket collectors.

They panic in a group of three today, looking at every ticket most carefully. Satisfied? They move on.

'Moos burg, next station Maesbury, please leave on the right hand side. There are not many boarding, and the train waits,

And waits.

Perhaps for ten- imnntes-Track maintenance ahead.

'It was not necessary to work today. The cold should be given a chance to clear. "Tinnitus, with its gas-jet hiss in the right ear. Hissy tiny tinnitus'. Silly hissy hissy tin it ussy...

an announcement from the speakers on the platform informs all who want to hear that the tracks are being repaired, and that there will be delays until the 29th of the month.

Waiting in M oosburg. That could be a name for a book. Or a short play.

The Train moves, slowly pulling out of the station.The doors close, lock, and the train pulls out. No warning, theotherwise so voluble railway personnel are silent.

The fog is heavier, the fields to either side are a green stripe fading into alight grey. A vaporous day! 

day three, year two week six

August 27, 2014

Dream and sleep interrupted by a bip.

The dream tries to explain the bip away.

The beep prevails.

Shower and teeth and brush. All is perfect. Take the reserve pen today.

The streets are dry with damp patches.

The streets move by, dazedly a-the vision for details is confused with what has been during all the past years.. There are men fencing of an area down the road. with traffic cones.

A taxi stops behind the town wall, and the driver gets out and runs around the old gate to the public toilets. His passenger remains in the car. There is no call like the call of nature.

Crutchmann at the bus stop. Wait for the bus.

The 'bus deals with its route quickly and-Bus journey details gone, erased by daily habit. Crutchman and the driver are friends, they chat.

The smoker is outside the square.

"guten magen".,

A man bends over and blows snot all over the pavement, his nose held. To increase the pressure, raise exit velocity. Disgusting.

The coffee and brezen at the bar table, the bistro Tisch, and good morning Hedgehog. Lonely hedgehog, his friends are all on holiday.

The young womanbehind the counter diligently prepares food, every movement precise.

Turns suddenly, in one movement takes off both plastic gloves and throws them into The bin and commences work in the serving area. Her high-pitched 'faircompt ran" sounds across the cafe..

Lovely smile for Hedgehog as he withes her good day.

A pretty girl with a Russian name and a German surmane. Her colleagues call her by the one and the other is written on her nameplate. Everything about her has an air of cleanliness, neatness and precision.

The train is delayed today, and the construction work in langenbeac will take its toll timewise. It is of no great account. Emptiness in the carriage, holiday season has broken now.

Waiting in Marburg for the one remaining track ahead to be clear of oncoming trains.

Ten minutes.

Silence in the carriage. The toilet is full of shit, and smells accordingly. Morning aroma.The trains do not just have flaps that deposit the products of defecation on the sleepers as they used to. They now have an inbuilt sewage system of limited capacity, as one smells. 

The mornings tablet, now nearly one and three quarter hours ago, takes noticeable effect, sleepiness and lethargy are the result. A thing to be done to maintain an appearance of unity and sanity as the world may wish to see it. Being stupid is one thing, it is worse to be intelligent enough to understand the own stupidity.

The announcer announces fry Sing.

Like every day. Every work day. 

day two, year two week six

August 26, 2014

the sound of raindrops, outside. Bathroom, early morning shower inside. Socks and other clothes, gather the bag and leave the house.

check the waste bins, but they are empty today.

check the pockets, the wallet is not there. go back home, find it on the bedside table.

Take the umbrella. Because of the rain.

Passing the church the crutchman leaves his house. He has two crutches and no umbrella.

The rain is heavy now, glistening in the lamplight.

The bus comes, the station arrives. The man with the hair, the smoker outside the square, is there. It is filthy wet and dark.

The cafe, the coffee. From the counter, a young woman is to be seen clearing away the knives. Each one wiped, then put in its place on a magnetic rail. Each metal dish wiped, and-put into its place. Then a set of plastic spatular, put away under a cover.

A bag of tomatoes, a bag of rolls, and the next charge of rolls with mozarella are in the make.

Very neat clean and concentrated..

The train is late, they are repairing the tracks again. The signals in Passau are not working as they should. Nearly a quarter of an hour's delay.

Due to the green-yellow light of the trains inside illumination the greying dawn clouds outside the carriage are blue in appearance, a blackened miserable blue. The fields are robbed of their colours. This last week in august has many of the properties of late autumn, or even early winter. Other passengers rustle their papers, sleep, one woman is knitting..

Outside, the chemical factory in the blueish light and and it's yellow lanterns-passes by as we enter Moosburg.

Very few board the train here.

An announcement informs the passengers that due to construction work, this train will wait here until thirty seven minutes past six. It is now. twenty eight minutes past six

Nobody is talking, the train waits in the rain.

Outside, a woman runs through the car park. 'She Thinks that she is late, but she will make it easily...

Ticket collector comes by. She rays 'that there will be daily delays for the next four days.

Construction work.

The feeling of a change in air pressure in the ears after the sealing of the doors and the recommencing of the trains travel. It. is almost as if the carriages were pressurised, like aircraft.

But That would be nonsense..

day one, year two week six

August 25,2014

awake around four, check that clock. A much to precise timepiece. Tells minutes, seconds and temperatures, who wants to know?

The clothes go on after five, and gather up the bits and pieces needed for the day. Sit around and wait for a few minutes.

sown the stairs and out of the door

There are people on the street, unloading trucks, or just starding and smoking. It is still dark, dawn light showing the reactor's plume of steam. An atomic power plant blowing off-steam! There is a small family at the bus atop, father, mother and son. A man in managers costume stands around with his trolley cases, studying his smart phone,.. That type of person usually has a car, but not today.

He is the first to board the bus, and Wildo is the last. The family are on holiday, the young boy thrilled, and excited.

The smoking man with the hair, outside the square. Wish him good morning.

Slow girl at a cafe. Anastasia behind the counter buttering rolls.

Coffee and pretzel, bagful of bread and grease. The coffee is good, as always.. Say gutemogen to the Hedgehog. He is alone today.

The train service is disturbed, disrupted. There is an announcement.'

The train leaves from a different platform today. Take care to get onto the correct train.

This is the first workday in seven days... seven days

is a longtime, but not long enough.

At Moosburg, the carriage is filled, A manager type opposite with a golden mobile phone, and a man of maybe fifty playing games on an electronic tablet down on the empty spaces... golden motile telephones? will that be a new craze. Pink faced watches, pinstripe suit, neat beard. All most respectable.

The train is slower today, there are track repairs in Langenbach, the town of the long stream....

This is the last week in August, and maybe one of the last bright mornings, bright before sunrise...



Freising, the local train, the engineer passenger, she correcting a thesis. 

On her way to work.

Sunday August 24 14

sleep
sleep

wake into the day.
Sunday.
Son on computer
wife gone running post contumely
there is no movement,
Take the doctors orders anyway.

Try to see better things in the future


The day is overcast.
The son will come out,
to a café
For breakfast at 11:30

decadent

Saturday year two week five

late night last night.
sleep into the light
Bright awakening.
Listen to wife making coffee for breakfast.

Sun up
son up

Leg cramp, shout with the pain.
Wife runs in
Son runs in.

"cramp!"
cramp "?" "oh"
both go.

wife goes out to shop.
son goes to computer.

Shower.
get dressed.

Write these daily notes.
Ten forty four
Late!

day five, year two week five

slepwell
dipslip
incoherent wakening
silly tuss quite quiet.

cars noise outside
It is seven to eight
time off work

get dressed, make breakfast.
The rest of the family is asleep.
Holiday time.


Structure free time.

Make breakfast
Take the daily medicine.
That is in the near future.


Summer irregularity

day four, year two week five

up and about, early again.
waking whistle
tinsytusy
clear coffee machine
bring the grounds to the balcony bin,

A further day off work.
press the wrong button to switch on the modem.
All the telephones start to ring.

Noise.

Sometimes things just get done out of habit-
Depressions are not simple.
You can laugh and cry at the same time.

No more against this day.

cloudy and cool

day three, year two week five

first aircraft for MUC passes over Landshut at four fifty five, high yet, perhaps taking its first circuit to be sure to land in time for five. On a time check it is four forty seven.
The five in the morning beep elicits a groan from the wife, stupid husband has the alarm on despite a work free week.  The sound of the church bell chorus sounds through the open window, the church bell chorus . Martins bells silent again? The last time the clock stopped it was because of a lightning strike.
Greying sky, still black. Occasional sound of cars, late or early, depending on the condition of their drivers.
Rest on a while, then leave the bedroom for the sitting room, and this machine. Start the sleeping wireless local area network and start to write this.
The yellow light from the street illumination meets the blue dawn light on the wall of the house on the opposite side of the narrow street.
The blue light will creep on down the wall as the dawn progresses, eventually to be bright enough to turn   off the street illumination.

The blue cups that my son put out last night for todays breakfast are on the table with the coffee pot.
He wants a formal breakfast together.

good.

day two, year two week five

the head whistle , greetings from the morning.
Seven twenty, family in bed sleeping.
Talk of great things, no results.
Screams and fits.
unfitting.

Sound of ticking clocks.
Summer silence on an occluded day.
Look at the mass of papers
on the desk.

Take the tablet that the doctor ordered.

Listen to the Brillie clock
two loud taps every thirty seconds.
It wants to tell its children the time.
It has no filial clocks.


Daze off of work.
short term holiday..

Week five year two day one

Dim light through that closed window.  It is late, the clock was not set.
Take the car today. Take a double split pill.
find clothes, go shower, brush teeth. Pick up bag.
Shoes on, blue suede with red laces.
Questionable taste.
Go down the stairs, out into a lovely morning.

Church bells ring for six. Saint Martins, Ursulines, St Jodoks. All those churches, one after the next. Walk down the church street, then go past the police and into the street known as the mirror lane.
Maybe mirrormakers followed their trade here once, long long ago.

Start the car, reverse out and drive through the sleeping town. Through the tunnel, and out along the river
Driving a blue car, no train, no people.
Just other cars

Sun i7

sleep long awaken refreshed.

not had that in a long time.

windowlight, eight in the morning,

day off, sunday, fridge hums.

Bathroom? definitely.

Stay in sleeping outfit for a while.

No trains, private duties.

make the morning cup,

Watch the sun light up the street outside.

It has gone again.

The weather forecast says rain.

fore cast may be correct.

Broadly speaking.

The flat is a mess.

everyone blames everybody, 

A plan needs to be made up.

The cover for the loudspeaker needs to be replaced

All still sleeping.
both

Saturday,

wake dizzy, overcast six thirty.
busy clocks ticking away.
No intelligence, no realizing that they tell humans the time.
no concept of their own activity.
Machine.
No concepts. No anticipation.


Time.

Overcast saturday.
Consumer day
Rainy day

all asleep.
grey day

grey matter.
uncultivated inactive.

dole lorous.

lorus horus.

Coffee, bread and sausage

Tablet, bigger, now foursplit

mariaHimmelfahrt

August holiday today, translates as Mary's journey to heaven.
No work, work free day. Charge up the Bialetti caffetti and fire up the gas cooker. It hisses just like a low - pitched earwhistle. The young son comes around the corner from his room, and cuddles, wishes a good morning.
The doctor prescribed a raised dose, forty milligrams. Keeping madness in check, that is his job. A singer once sang don't worry be happy, as if the world were subject to an individuals conscious thoughts. ZACK! No
Sun up, sunny day with scattered cloud.
Son up, computer. Fascination.
Parents used to get wound up about comics.
now its computers.

Technological upgrade.
Bitter pills.
Sweet pills.

small frills
sweetness
dazzle pills


Get dressed, Computer madness.
All done, All told.
let the day unfold.

haha

W4Y2D4

turmoil and sicksleep, brothers in arms,
awakening from a night of unreal dreams,
bone structure stiff, headwhistle tinnitus.

Wake up and go, car day today.
find socks and shoes and pants,
bathroom and teeth.
oops-wrong toothbrush.
find glasses and gather bags.
Computer fails- leave it

The street is cool and pleasant,
light from barely risen sun filtered by clouds,
find the car, get in,leave the parking spot.

Garching
and room 2055

after forty minutes driving

W4Y2D3

The sunlight at five in the morning has gone.
the lamplight on tap at the bedside glares.
an unreal warning that autumn will come.

doctor today, prescribe prescriber at nine fifteen,
turn of the wakener, sleep on till six,
shower
make coffee.
wireless computer connection is nonfunctional gimmick.
annoyance.

get cable
coffee burbles barblingly brawling bialetti
turn it off

cable, plug, works.
blog.

get coffee

W4Y2D2

12.8.2014

listen to the a first aircraft fly past, with reduced engine power on its approach to Munich airport. It is followed by another, this is followed by church bells, then the alarm clock.

5.00 in the morning.

Then the big bell of saint Martins. It only rings once. Probably broken again..

Shower and shave, all those things.

a worry on the last days disasters. It is dark out, overcast, but not raining...

The clean rocks have been used up almost entirely. Find some, the very last, sort this evening..

The house left behind, a deserted town, all are on holidays or sleeping.

A lone man staggers by the bus stop.

Not that old, but unsteady.

"chemically induced neurological disorder."

The bus is empty, but for the driver.

Sole passenger, is pleasant.

loads of space.

No smokers at the station.

Holiday reasons.

Ten stamps on the coffee card,  it will do  pay for a cupful. The battered pretzel is a disaster, overbuttered, under-fresh.

ow well.

¡Moustachio! -all alone.

Joined by that long black haired girl,

with her bag.

they talk.

Platform, people chasing the train as it rolls in,

searching for the ideal juxtaposition of person and door.

To be first on when the arrivals have disembarked. Hurry and jostle.

Train empty.

Barely fills at Marburg.

A 'landscape under loosening cloud cover, specks of white and, even blue, dissolving the old drama of grey in grey and black.

Freising, a recorded announcement.

Freising, get out on the right.

The carriage doors slip to one side on their hydraulic machinery, the waiting faces of the people outside, patient, strict.

Sleepy.

They are all women today.

They have just been admiring the one that they paint in the glass of the mirror.

all daily done, their daily beauty. 

W4Y2D1

11.8. 2014

Dark outside, no watch on.

cloud cover, four forty five,

computer shows the time.

Check email.

Bedroom, flues cetin.

Winter light in the middle of summer.

And rain. Find coat.

No socks?

Mental drift, gather the parts that are to help make up the day.

The road is dark and wet, warm. Past the illuminated entrance of St Martins, all these stone figures looking out in admonishment, warning passersby to be good.  Low clouds and darkness, exact change for the his driver, alone at the bus stop. The bus arrives, and its radio plays ""Tell me why I don't like Mondays"!

No smoker at the glistening wet yellow square today, the station doors all wide open to let some air

in. The cafe girl serves. coffee, and there is no one there but ¡ Moustachio! and then later the black-haired handbag girl.

The butterbrazen is a slimy mass of butter and paper napkin in its paper bag.

Pick it  all apart and eat anyway. Wipe the fingers on the dean part of the napkin.

- Go for the Train at six, remember to take the rain coat off before boarding.

People with large suitcases on wheels trying to find pace for these encumbrances. In days gone there would be overhead baskets and baggage: racks. Now the stuff is a tangle between the seats..

The train goes more or less on time, along the sombre country line.
With the run risen behind the clouds there is more light, but it is flat, dim, and lifeless.'

A winters light on a summer morning. 

y2w3d7

clear sky day will fry eggs on car roofs, should anyone leave them there.
it is early, tinnitus whistle greets.
Try closing the nose, holding the mouth and blowing.
does not help.
Useless suggestion from well meaning person.

brush teeth.



sky light dims and softens
what is up?
cloud.

No regular things today.
Go to a water filled sandpit, a place to bathe.

space for non swimmers too.
That is important to my son.
He can swim
His father can not

w3y2 d6 saturday

it is light, the open double windows let in the soft light of a cloudy day. Half past seven, righthand head side roaring, hissing.The night was interspersed with the sound of revelry from the streets, loud mail shouts, female squeals ; fun was had by all without regard for those who cannot sleep so deep.

It is light and the teeth need brushing, the blog needs its attention. Aircraft pass overhead, big jets on their way to Munich airport. Mopeds groan past outside, why do they not electrify all the smelly two stroke noisemakers.

Saturday, day off.
An insane tangle of thoughts, constant disturbances, bad dreams and sad thoughts.

This is the funerary congregation in remembrance of the failures of the week.
clean up, put in order, leave tidy.

w3y2 d5

8 August 2014

sons clock sounds at four fifty nine in the morning. His new craze, to be up at the rare same time as his father. Shower, tooralloo brushteeth and pills. Son looking at his films.

Lucky 'Luke. Belgian comedy.

The street is really quiet-Walk slow, plenty of time. There is a black Bmw lost in the pedestrian zone, driving hither and thither, dithering about in search of an exit. It is market day again, people setting up stands, laying cables. It must be worth it, having a market stall.

The bus stop is deserted, there are only ducks eating crumbs from the river wall, left there by some bird loving person.

Bus number four comes and goes.

Five minutes later bus member one comes, it goes directly to the station. One euro and tenants. Or ten cents.

The smoker toes the yellow line to his square, he always stands just outside the permitted zone. Chattingg to his colleague, who stays inside the box.

good Morning, smokers.

Frau Peters at Yormas. Fast and friendly today.

The pen is forgotten, left in the office. Blog later from memory

A stench of deodorant and shit fills the cafe. Two working men who took tthe liberty not to wash, and believed the advertisements of the cosmetics manufacturers.

If you can't fixit, cover it up.

go to the platform early.

Train on time: 

w3y2 d4

7. 8.2014

Tinnitus-is gone away. Probably only for a while.

Sons clock wakes, followed by the regular dock... Shower, teeth. Finished and dressed in twenty five minutes.

The street is dusky and dark, clouds dim the lights and turn on the street lanterns. The street is shown in a lead coloured grey bight, with the bright spots of the lanterns in the dimness.

The river run, still fast, foaming, Threatening today, in this lack of light,.

On it's way to Passau. Through turbines.Giving energy to the towns and railways along its way.

Roaring on through the dawn.

The bus is early, waits at the stop. No smokers at the station, holiday time.

Big girl friendly at the café.. Peters place. Holiday season has started. Let them go, let them enjoy life.

The coffee cup, discard the waxed paper thing with its plastic lid in the train. Take its-easy now, easy.

        The whole world outside the 'train is grey, not because of fog, 'but on account of the grey light from the colonel coverer

rhfiwruntrast.

        Silence in the train.

              

        The front of the train   carriage has a

spreading of vile smelly vomit on its floor.

        Nobody nits there...

        Nobody will clean it, not till manich

Wrong.

the diligent schaffner is wiping it up with bathroom paper towels as we reach Freising.

Schaffner is the ticket collector.

w3y2 d3

    6.August 2014

        Bathroom + toothbrush, four forty five.

        Back to bed, turn off the alarm clock-at five. Wake up son, as promised, deep sleep experiment,

        Grins and says' good morning'.

        Bathroom again shower! case. shoes and computer.

        Wake son again, sleep has caught him again. He says good morning. He wanders off to his bedroom...

        Down the stairs, out into the early dawn.The light is failing with approaching Autumn. It is warm, the sky is clear.

        The river at the bus stop is wild, full of water impeding to the power plant at the other end of town. All That water from the Alps has to find wa way out, a way to the Danube, 'eventually. to the Black rear.

        The bus arrives, the driver has his radio on loud.

        - He gives change.

        The hairy smoker at the station, says "good morning." The coffee is good, the service bad. Two flustered fat- ladies, young enough in their away, stepping on each others feet, blockage."

- The lady at the table,

- Moustachio!

- The longhaired one with the handbag, perfumed.

- The mosaic maker, bright and cheerful.

The train comes in, and is delayed.

For fifteen minutes.

Defektive brakes.

In the carriage, the hairy maker chats to his friend. talking shop, quietly...

Now the sun has risen, illuminates the foggy landscape obliquely, softly...

Mown fields and fields of maize plains unmown, almost grown now... 

w3y2 d2 aer lingus

knock at four, brother wakener.
cramp in leg-vile-
scream
only a cramp-

wash teeth wipe face.
clothes on , bags closed, out to kitchen.
cuppa nessie- unreal coffee.

leave for car, drive in the dark.
driven by brother.
Rushing cars pass on the way.


winding roads.
Airport at six.

bye' Ireland.
back to germany.

w3y2 d1 lismore monday.

woke
washed
went
worked.

pictures for my brother.
Kitchen.
larger small boy.
minecrafter.
Same as son.

Same demented sense of humor.
instant coffeen
go to studio.

work as of seven.

finish today.
fly tomorrow.

W2,Y2,Sunday

Sunday ultragrey dribble day.
seven am dog bark berserk.
Bella the dog.
Brothers dog.
flu oxetin pill, help.
clothes on,polo shirt.
Trousers with belt.
let the dog in again.

make instant nescafé gold,
maxwells, it used to be called.
Fake coffee, cannot wait coffee.


Fears of the grey places,
the numb whistling places.
the dumb irreality
rain and flowers go hand in hand.

W2,Y2,D6

wakeup in the dark, no idea of the time, what time can it be?
No time at all go back to sleep.
Wake in the light, light outside that window, job to do today.
pill tablet.
water from tap
shower.
clothes on,
trousers missing a button.
Oh well.
what are belts for?

Photos of jewellery today, as yesterday.
clear blustery day out.
Go to kitchen.
Make coffee
Noisy refrigerator.
tinnitus whistle hiss right,
not the ear, just the nerves.

blog.
drink the instant.
the view with its clouds  is great.

W2,Y2,D5

Greylight, freshair.
clean cold air coming through an open window from the green green countryside.
up, out of bed, take that happy pill, hopeful pill.
of to bathroom , hear knock on door.
Brother-
Hi.
Shower.
No hair shampoo.
suspicious soap-
peeling?
Kitchen
Instant coffee Irish,

discuss job with brother,
Leave house-

Admire the Knockmealdown Mountains,
Overcast, beautiful.
Sombre.

Car
Drive
Chat