Saturday, 4 July 2015

saturday, hot and depressive

Finished before the day has begun, say goodbye to the night. Today will be hot too, still and hot. The night was filled with sounds of revelry and the sound of the last homegoers.
No pills anymore, things are not so cheerful, and constantly tiresome.
Coming down is more unpleasant than going up
Deserted house, no one to speak to, all asleep.
A day of nothingness.
Bathroom, fetch the laptop, write this nonsense. It will amuse no one, as a piece of data drifting from one knot in the net to the next.
 The little cat is up and purring. It climbs onto the window ledge and looks into the alley. It has no fear, no real understanding of what it is seeing. What is a car to cat?
It returns and commences a hungry purring.
Distract the son from his computer, tell him to feed the cat now. Without complaint he gets up and goes to the kitchen, the kitten running after him in anticipation of food. And follow and set up the coffee machine, grind the beans, and discard the old grounds, fill the base with water, fill the coffee container and screw on the top end of the machine.
Bialetti.
Put the whole lot on the gas cooker and turn on the gas.
and watch the son watch a cartoon film of a detective with springs on his feet and an inflatable overcoat.

And then collect my coffee, which has been turned off in the meantime.

And so the weekend begins



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