23.Sep 2014
Deep morning sleep, torn apart by the beep heap. Sleep, hypnotic, for ten minutes more. Waken, brush teeth clothes on. Change the jacket for a warmer one..Leave the building, late, down the street, no runner. Red-coated man, unloads a truck. All these activities in the dark morning, bakers trucks, waste removal, people hurrying to work.
The woman at the bus stop, twenty yards away, big face, flowers in her hair.
The station is bleak today, cold windy bareswept. It is not really cold, but it is the end of rumour. Moustachio! Hedgehog, the brown haired blue coated one, and the longhaired girl. She is wearing flat boots today. instead of her high-heeled platform ones. She and The brown haired one have a girl's embrace hug and back rub. Anastasia laughing and working neatly at her kitchen things in the background.
A young girl comes and asks for help with the ticket machines. The ticket machine is broken.
There is no real help for her, Robots cannoned be discussed with,and these ones do not work.
Back to The cafe, Blog for a few minutes more. Without the fat from the buttered pretzel the coffee has changed its taste. Perhaps a small biscuit would be nice. But they do not have small biscuits at Yoma's cafe.
Too bad.
The train rushes down the platform, brakes too late today.
The station is lit by yellow lights, and as the train leaves, there are spots of light under the lights illuminating the sidings, fading quickly into a sordid darkness, a tangle of gravel end metal, reaching to the nest spot of light around the next lantern, where a similar tangle is illuminated. On leaving the station the lights become more and more sparse, until the train is rushing through complete darkness on its run to Freising via Moosburg.
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