19.Feb.2015
„clock beep, switch off after inane fumbling. Six hours of sleep, according to the breathing machine.
Things are in order, it is dark, go for a warm shower.
A good start to a rough day, which is better than a rough start to a rough day.
The shower dribbles and drabbles, it must be the time depositing lime in the showerhead and blocking its functions. It will do, time descale, or descale it anyway at the weekend. Return to bedroom after drying, underpants socks, vest, day shirt, trousers. Shoes, watch, and into the sitting room to collect the glasses and the small telephone, all complete?
The wall clock has stopped yet again. Must repair it, madness collecting wall clocks. One per room is
enough, more is madness. The nice thing about mechanical clocks is that they all run in their own time, not the rigorues rule of a computer chip counting the oscillations of a humming crystal. They have their own pendulum, Their own time.
Streets are cold and damp, the remains of last weeks snow still lining the gutters.
enough, more is madness. The nice thing about mechanical clocks is that they all run in their own time, not the rigorues rule of a computer chip counting the oscillations of a humming crystal. They have their own pendulum, Their own time.
Streets are cold and damp, the remains of last weeks snow still lining the gutters.
A very large bright orange dumpster passes at the bus stop, on a mystery round of its own. Into Town, five thirty, over the pedestrian zone, orange beacons flashing...
Dolores on a seat, thirty yards fromthe bus stop, waiting, attending, brown coated, wearing a hat.
There is no smoker at the station, and two guys nerve at Yormas, baldy and Garlic. - Hedgehog alone, and across on the screen there is news from Argentinian.
A vast crowd with umbrellas in the rain, all gathered in the dark.
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