Monday, 2 February 2015

day one week twenty nine two thousand and fifteen

2.Feb. 2015
Pipes and mash, or just the pipe and the mask. Air blockage, air pressure. Vapour stuck in the pipe, heavy air movement. still, sleep.
        Clock, beep sound, turn it off. Five, five in the morning. Turn off the little aspirator. Five hours sleep, two events per hour. Oh well.
        Shower and towel dry. get a shirt, rocks, pants, ready for work. Search for train ticket, bus ticket, money and watch. Pack up the pen and the book to read, the funny telephone. lfonie Is Think of a name.
        - Down the stairs, out' into the street, covered in wet and soggy show. The cobblestones rkw through, all snow- grouted. Black basalt cobbles with white grouting now.
Snow activities at the main street, people shoveling and pushing the cold wet masses to the side. There insane rot that mom-y# much, anyhow..
        At the bus stop watch all the inverter man ploughs go by, a wall tractor, a quad, a pick up. All competing for the sparse snow this year.
The station has the shortsleeved pigtailed smoking man in front-Good Morning.
Inside the Yorma cafe is slow and overfriendly, not nice. Anastasia has lccked herself in the kitchen, she is obviously unwell.

Go to the platform, get on board the train after it has rolled into the station.

No comments: