4 March 2015
alarm sound off, take off the mask. Bathroom and shower. on time today.
it is cold in the bathroom, the son, left the door open on his nightly excursion.
Back in the bedroom, search for fresh clothes, In all the drawers of the wardrobe. There are no things but leavings.
"gather my things, readyto go"
Last thing, find the belt, this holds trousers up, that are tight now but will loosen during the course of the day.
Take the rills for the day.
The streets are slimy and wet and glistening today, chilly. The art gallery in the house next door is getting ready for its next show.
And Dolores, with a leopard skin patterned headscarf and similarily patterned handbag sits in the shelter at the bus stop.
Disorientation continues as time goes by, causing disquiet. Was the dosage wrong today? There are strange email messages otn the telephone, there have been repeated attempts to crack an account. Is this a fake warning or a real warning?
Questions over questions, and no answer in view.
Smoker grumpy, pig tail and all.
Yorma’s silent Anastasia supplies coffee, never asks. Hedgehog and Moustachio!, chatting intently in their corner.
Waiting for the train.
Tiredness, and" it is so dark outside the carriage". are the only emotions and sensations that are left once the train is underway to its destination.
The halfway mark on the daily path to work
is F Reising.
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