Sunday, 31 May 2015

last day of may

sunny day. First up. Shower, to drive the fine sawdust out of the grey hair.
A small fury at the thought of rising to what will be a day of non events, of regular recriminations, accusations. Style is important, and a lack of it shows painful cracks in the skin imperfectly covering the essence of life itself. And so the day starts, another step to destruction.

The son is up too, and is at the computer before dressing, before dressing, before washing. An ensuite bathroom would facilitate computer gaming enormously, but that is cynical.

It is nine thirty eight in the morning, far too late.
There is no plan no future.
To work tomorrow, the bus the cafe, the people, the train, another train, the bus, the room, functions unfulfillable, fulsome use of resources, watch a crowd of failed academicians doing jobs unsuitable to their status and their payment.
incredible.
No style there either. Nothing to respect.

Three old german cameras and a russian imitation.
Bells ring outside, calling the faithful, the needy, and the greedy.

And so it is solitude amid the crowds.





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