Sunday, 12 October 2014

Sunday daygrey

wild dreams of everyday deeds broken by air gaspery and helplessness awaken bathroom back to bed,   open window let in air fresh cool to breathe back to sleep. back to dreams aircraft crash into river small river running fast motor glider with big aircraft noise splash. Fine detailed dreams of work lost all different, but the details are there real unexpected and tangible. gothic spires behind modernist buildings lost on the way to work wandering around all the changes.
at eight, awaken, grey light from the foggy morning. strange, the aircraft in the dream was in a heavy fog too.
shower taken water to hot to cold never right. find clothing get it on make coffee. son up, barely awake and turns on his computer. his fascination, maybe also addiction. big bialetti charged with water and coffee after a short walk up the balcony to empty the biological waste and as it is making and burbling writing here. the coffee is finished, wife up, get a cup and back to bed. Sunday morning, argue with son about that computer. he should be learning his latin words.

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