seventh day sunday.
The air machine snorting air past the closed lips, hissing.
Seven hours seems plenty to suffer the strictures of a mask strapped over the nose. With it’s tube it is like a prosthetic elephant’s trunk.
It allows dreams to come to a respectable end, not to end in gasps, in panic, in fear of a life about to end in miserable asphyxiation. It is a reasonable compromise, a crutch.
It is a sunny day, a clear day, and it may well turn out hot.
The worry over the spectacles, where were they put last night, the flat is too big and too untidy to go putting things haphazardly.
At the scanning machine . There they are.
The scans last night shows the similarity of the old photograph of the young boy to the equally old bronze sculpture.
The sculpture is timeless, the photo is caught in the stricture of time, and the negative was fading. It is now digitalized and, once the internet sniffs it once, be in stasis until the internet dies.
Son and his friend are in son’s bedroom,
minecraft, or similar.
Sunday, day of rest
coffee maker, bedroom coffee for the wife, stevia and milk, cream coffee colourded.
Good Morning
The air machine snorting air past the closed lips, hissing.
Seven hours seems plenty to suffer the strictures of a mask strapped over the nose. With it’s tube it is like a prosthetic elephant’s trunk.
It allows dreams to come to a respectable end, not to end in gasps, in panic, in fear of a life about to end in miserable asphyxiation. It is a reasonable compromise, a crutch.
It is a sunny day, a clear day, and it may well turn out hot.
The worry over the spectacles, where were they put last night, the flat is too big and too untidy to go putting things haphazardly.
At the scanning machine . There they are.
The scans last night shows the similarity of the old photograph of the young boy to the equally old bronze sculpture.
The sculpture is timeless, the photo is caught in the stricture of time, and the negative was fading. It is now digitalized and, once the internet sniffs it once, be in stasis until the internet dies.
Son and his friend are in son’s bedroom,
minecraft, or similar.
Sunday, day of rest
coffee maker, bedroom coffee for the wife, stevia and milk, cream coffee colourded.
Good Morning
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