19 12 2015
Saturday, sleep, sleep long, sleep deep. By the time the little breakfast is made it is three minutes to ten-This is as if half of the day had been spent in bed. still, there is peace in the atmosphere, peace in the way things are to be approached. The Mailman came early with a parcel for the son's Christmas. A book from Amazon on computers.
Wednesday demonstrated the ease with which such communications can be cut, Wednesday with its power failure . Nothing worked at all, even mobile phones were impaired in their serviceability. People wandering around in the darkness, no streetlights to show the way, emergency lighting in the big stores and candles in the small ones. And the town was silent, for whatever reason. Just the sound of people talking and walking, footsteps in the dark. A glass of water in a coffee bar, a bottle of beer. All else is subject to the availability of electricity. The hiss in the ear is here, on the right hand's side, a steady noise, sounding now for the last three years. A steady noise, sometimes to be ignored, always present.
And still sitting at the table drinking the coffee as the son comes out. He has been playing with his friends all morning, they are in his room via computer. Their playrooms are many miles apart, but they share the same experience simultaneously. These are the modern times and we have no real concept as to what the future will bring. And now it is time for the days work, and another cup of the old coffee.
Saturday, sleep, sleep long, sleep deep. By the time the little breakfast is made it is three minutes to ten-This is as if half of the day had been spent in bed. still, there is peace in the atmosphere, peace in the way things are to be approached. The Mailman came early with a parcel for the son's Christmas. A book from Amazon on computers.
Wednesday demonstrated the ease with which such communications can be cut, Wednesday with its power failure . Nothing worked at all, even mobile phones were impaired in their serviceability. People wandering around in the darkness, no streetlights to show the way, emergency lighting in the big stores and candles in the small ones. And the town was silent, for whatever reason. Just the sound of people talking and walking, footsteps in the dark. A glass of water in a coffee bar, a bottle of beer. All else is subject to the availability of electricity. The hiss in the ear is here, on the right hand's side, a steady noise, sounding now for the last three years. A steady noise, sometimes to be ignored, always present.
And still sitting at the table drinking the coffee as the son comes out. He has been playing with his friends all morning, they are in his room via computer. Their playrooms are many miles apart, but they share the same experience simultaneously. These are the modern times and we have no real concept as to what the future will bring. And now it is time for the days work, and another cup of the old coffee.
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