day five week seventeen two thousand and fourteen

14.Nov 2014

        disorientation, temporal and spatial. Return from a stay in Hypnos house. Forgotten dreams and unwanted work.

        Tooraloo, shower, teeth, no patience with that shaving machine... Naked back to the bedroom, find clothes, find glasses, find pen, find it all.

        comb hair at the mirror, need to gofera haircut. Set electric windup dock, down the stairs; out the door. Shut the door gently, think of the party in the coming week. Down the lane, through the sleeping town, tardy memories of anything, this is done almost every day:

        Bus stop, prepare money for the driver,. Why is the money in focusable, unreadable? Wrong glasses, remote only, not for closeup. Drop change, search for small coins, find big ones.

        Dolores ,thirty yards away, earnest shopgirls chatting on their way past. Bus driver gets his money, Exact..

        "Donkey scorn".

        Anastasia day today, coffee fast, die purge team- leiterin, not one imprecise movement, the pleasure is over and done, put a lid en the coffee, say good morning to Hedgehog? Talking earnestly to' Moustachioe!. The glasses are a- nuisance, reading close is difficult, writing is blamed.

        Downstairs, upstairs, platform six. Train is in, get on the last carriage. Listen to oriental gentlemen talhingd.t.. Maybe Arabic, do not know...

Mooshurg, chatty people, talking rubbish, or talking sense, who knows'. Do people care? No, killing time; unaware that it is taking its toll on the sly, the youth of yesterday is decrepit today.

Anti depressives doing their job. They remove ability to be depressed, one false emotion more beyond understanding, overlying the rest, unknown, now unfelt.