beep-clock bip bip
Find the button, press the button. Take off the antiapnea mask, hang it up to dry after disconnecting the tube. Rest for two minutes more.
Bathroom
shower, hairwash and a quick shave. Everything as always, find fresh clothes after a short search in the wardrobe.
Tour the flat looking for the jacket, the glasses, and also find the mobile phone.
Leave for the alley, the lane. Out there there is a man talking to a small person in a very loud voice. This voice echoes up and down the street, seems to be critical. Silhouttes of these two to be seen in the distance againsts the brightly lit junction at the Neustadt end of the lande. One person, male silhouete, hands waving about, looking down. The other person, female, looking up.
The fullish waning moon hides behind the church spire. There are more, similar, voices to be heard, shouting out of doors, shouting outside that Altstadt night club in the Altstadt. Late night revels.
Two people pass on mountain bikes , wrapped up against the cold.
It is cold, dark and early.
Threading through yet another new road works, wildo thinks of new pipes for old houses. Disorders in the old intestines of the town causing lesions in its surface, past lives being unearthed.
Bus stop, alone today. New bus driver, changes the money, gives a ticket, thank you, good morning.
Look at Ifone, in her worn old black dress, smooth curves sleek black, subdued face lighting up at the stroke of a finger, demanding a wakening caress. Read the mail on the mobile telephone.
Most of it is junk, as always.
The smoker, alone in his yellow-bordered square, his short sleeved shirt in the cold, pigtail bobbing. A friendly kind of man, a town planner, a draughtsman.
Coffee at Yormas, the big blonde`s day today, the loquacious salacious one. She is in charge today, alone, and, suddenly, see there!, she is fast and responsible. It goes to show that all you need to do is to take people seriously if you want them to do serious work.
Hedgehog&Moustachio!, at their table, their table there where it always is, standing and talking.
Hedgehog gives Wildo a recognising nod.
Skiers on the silent television, their falls and breaking bones shown in slow motion.
Terrible things always happen too quickly for the public to really be able to enjoy and appreciate every instant of the action without technical assistance.
Even with the sound on, they never play recordings of the screaming.
Find the button, press the button. Take off the antiapnea mask, hang it up to dry after disconnecting the tube. Rest for two minutes more.
Bathroom
shower, hairwash and a quick shave. Everything as always, find fresh clothes after a short search in the wardrobe.
Tour the flat looking for the jacket, the glasses, and also find the mobile phone.
Leave for the alley, the lane. Out there there is a man talking to a small person in a very loud voice. This voice echoes up and down the street, seems to be critical. Silhouttes of these two to be seen in the distance againsts the brightly lit junction at the Neustadt end of the lande. One person, male silhouete, hands waving about, looking down. The other person, female, looking up.
The fullish waning moon hides behind the church spire. There are more, similar, voices to be heard, shouting out of doors, shouting outside that Altstadt night club in the Altstadt. Late night revels.
Two people pass on mountain bikes , wrapped up against the cold.
It is cold, dark and early.
Threading through yet another new road works, wildo thinks of new pipes for old houses. Disorders in the old intestines of the town causing lesions in its surface, past lives being unearthed.
Bus stop, alone today. New bus driver, changes the money, gives a ticket, thank you, good morning.
Look at Ifone, in her worn old black dress, smooth curves sleek black, subdued face lighting up at the stroke of a finger, demanding a wakening caress. Read the mail on the mobile telephone.
Most of it is junk, as always.
The smoker, alone in his yellow-bordered square, his short sleeved shirt in the cold, pigtail bobbing. A friendly kind of man, a town planner, a draughtsman.
Coffee at Yormas, the big blonde`s day today, the loquacious salacious one. She is in charge today, alone, and, suddenly, see there!, she is fast and responsible. It goes to show that all you need to do is to take people seriously if you want them to do serious work.
Hedgehog&Moustachio!, at their table, their table there where it always is, standing and talking.
Hedgehog gives Wildo a recognising nod.
Skiers on the silent television, their falls and breaking bones shown in slow motion.
Terrible things always happen too quickly for the public to really be able to enjoy and appreciate every instant of the action without technical assistance.
Even with the sound on, they never play recordings of the screaming.
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