day five week twenty two thousand and fourteen

5 Dec 20/4

"Remembering yesterdays catastrophic oversleep wake, reach for the clock, give it a knock, falls to the floor, batteries fall out. Clock dead. This is a mess. Light on, find clock, find battery, insert battery. The clock shows the time again, it is four forty five. Lie back, celebrate those fifteen minutes. Five oh one, shower, shave, try to comb the hair. go for a haircut today! get clothing, find the jacket. Put on new watch, set clock, it only has five minutes today....

Up the street, sunken-headed, past building site, blin, through the annual forest of christmas trees in front of a cafe, unopened as yet. Karstadt, all brick and concrete, gloomy. Wait for the bus, watch Dolores arrive, slowly walking to the stop, same clothing.,, leopardskin - patterned handbag. Boots undone, felt boots, sloppy. Young woman with heeled boats and a tight outer jacket clicks by,

to be ready and waiting at the exact spot the bus will stop at.. Efficiency and neatness, in purity. Much like many others, hiding behind perfect appearances.

        The bus driver today is an overweight man,

filling out the drivers enclosure, seems uncomlfortable. Give him the money, donkey's scone..

        The bus passes the austere facia of a deserted apothecary place at the Hofungerweg bus stop, 'Dolores leaves the vehicle.

        Anthill the mornings greetings from the pigtailed smoker and the dressy elder woman there are no memories left to report. Yormas cafe, the girl serving today rushing about in haste, unrelieved, not particularly efficient. Calls the other woman, lewd blonde starts makin  familiar greetings to the customers, whether she knows them or not. The service girl  trys to show her where help is needed. The blonde sticks out her tongue at her back, grins at the waitingcustomers end-commences general conversation. Silly. Al burn

        The cafe waiting room, Hedgehog and !M¡ at their usual places.

        Italian type worker arrives, trendy glasses, clean but worn working suit, and commences to rip open the yoma's paper bag, carefully, a series of small tears proceeding untill the croissant inside is lying naked on the table, on its flayed covering of yellow- patterned paper.

- The blach haired black dresse handbag girl drags a stool  across the floor.

        Mosaic maker arrives, her overalls fresh, her hair done, laughing. She is bad and cheerful (..

Proud of her status as a craftswoman, maybe.. A working artisan, off to work in workers clothing,  the pubevenings still in those clothes. A careful risky fashion, her pierced ears and careful hairdo may tell other stories.

From the seat in the train the little diesel train is now visible, on it way back to Rosenheim on the wobbly by-rails of the sidetrack across all the villages

In Freising, the stairs from the station underpass to the platform are covered in fresh vomit..

good morning!