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.