okt second

and there are no plans. Here the son go to school, from bed after a night of bad sleep and no dreams. He arranged all of his things the night before, and has now gone to his school. English Biology German Music and sport, a well-filled first half of the day for him.

Silence in the big room with the two pianos, the television set and the stove. Silence, except for the ticking of the clocks. They are marking the time audibly as it runs out. Yellow sunlight from a clear blue sky, made the more yellow by reflecting from the wall of the house opposite.

and the plans did not work, the projects are not finished.
There is no order to the items left heedlessly on the floor. A used sock and pieces of advertising, a few toys and a schoolbook.
Things are not the way they should be, and there is no fixing it now, without becoming a drudge.


There are things of no importance everywhere, interspersed with things of great importance. Life itself must be like that.

But the silence in the room is beautiful, even if the room is untidy and cluttered.

A piano with a stool, the son must practice more.
A piano with two chairs before it, a piano restored by the now-died grandfather to a functional object of beauty.
Now sadly untuned.

To take a shower is the next step.
Friday, the last day of sick leave.