the dreams have made wakening a distant phenomenon, happening to someone else like, like not yours truly;
the sound of the beeping clock is hard to identify as such. Why was sleep so deep? Not complaining, thankful for small mercies in rough times.
One shower experience later, put on the clothes, collate the parts needed for work, and set the clock. Thats that get out of the house.
Streets still damp from the midnight rain and a lone cyclist makes his way over the cobbles, speeding to work in a black outfit.
Church bricks clear and visible today, as yesterday.
At the bus stop one group of ten pigeons and another of four, accompanied by two ducks. That is all there is today. Company of primarily ornithological interest. The pigeons cooly wander about the road, convinced that cars are harmless.
Leaving the bus at the station, that pigtailed smoker standing square. Why is there such a howl in the head, why why o why.
Young girl at yorma’s gives out a coffee for a ten times stamped discount card. The train is in already, not on its usual platform. No café today, just go staight to the train and, after asking an informative railway officer whether this is the train to munich or not, get in, sit down, drink coffee write this.
Halfway through, realise that the technology has gone up the spout or down the tubes. So read John Barth in the train.
Goats, make believe goats, mating goats, goats mated by make believe goats, University goats.
A great goat account
the sound of the beeping clock is hard to identify as such. Why was sleep so deep? Not complaining, thankful for small mercies in rough times.
One shower experience later, put on the clothes, collate the parts needed for work, and set the clock. Thats that get out of the house.
Streets still damp from the midnight rain and a lone cyclist makes his way over the cobbles, speeding to work in a black outfit.
Church bricks clear and visible today, as yesterday.
At the bus stop one group of ten pigeons and another of four, accompanied by two ducks. That is all there is today. Company of primarily ornithological interest. The pigeons cooly wander about the road, convinced that cars are harmless.
Leaving the bus at the station, that pigtailed smoker standing square. Why is there such a howl in the head, why why o why.
Young girl at yorma’s gives out a coffee for a ten times stamped discount card. The train is in already, not on its usual platform. No café today, just go staight to the train and, after asking an informative railway officer whether this is the train to munich or not, get in, sit down, drink coffee write this.
Halfway through, realise that the technology has gone up the spout or down the tubes. So read John Barth in the train.
Goats, make believe goats, mating goats, goats mated by make believe goats, University goats.
A great goat account
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