8. 1.16
Silence the beeping noise, become a stranger in the night. A mechanical sound forces the beginning of the day to commerce, the sound of a cat, of the cat Miriam, activated purring voice from the feline throat, rubbing her head against the legs now at the side of the bed, the feet on the floor. Visit the orchid, that jungle parasite is growing still. The bathroom must be just warm enough for it. Brush the teeth, brush the hair. gather the mobile electronics, telephone and pen. Return to feed the cat, find fresh clothing in the wardrobe, check everything, now the wife has wakened, the cat- has two possible sources for entertainment. Leave the flat, let the cat out into the stairwell. The market is being set up in the pedestrian zone by the church. It is cold, people are talking loudly. It is a damp cold, fog condensing from water rising from the river, those water vapours from the slightly warmer river. Dolores is at the bus stop, sitting in the shelter. she hops surprised, but that does no harm. After all of this time she still has her tigers skin bag. She has a new winter coat on, a stylish thing., with an animal skin around its' collar as a stola, or something like that. As she is boarding the bus, see that the fur animal is not a real fur, but some textile mutation in imitation of the real thing. There is a bicycle lying on the ground outside the station, it has fallen over. It still has its red tail light on, glowing on the ground. somebody must have knocked it over, and did not bother to pick it up.
Yormu's big blondy is there, chatting away to her colleague, the one with the many black plaits in her hair, all tied back into a bun today.
The large black coffee is served, and in the cafe say good morning to hedgehog, for the first time this year. The girl is making sandwiches again, slowly, carefully. With her hair tied back her profile looks like that of Nofretete, the wife of Echnaton. She is a tall young woman with a handsome African face, careful make up. Her eyes are permanently downcast. Watch her squeeze mustard from a yellow plastic bottle into a thread roll. She then takes a knife to spread it carefully. She looks at the result and puts in a few tomatoes, and looks around, and starts putting bits of cheese in too. She is not fast, but she is interesting to watch. Look down at this notebook, and make these notes. There are people on television demonstrating body building gear. bonny men and young women, with muscular,young, taut bodies with nothing better to do than to sell body building machinery.
Leave for the train, there are more people there now. The year is warming up to operating temperature.
Silence the beeping noise, become a stranger in the night. A mechanical sound forces the beginning of the day to commerce, the sound of a cat, of the cat Miriam, activated purring voice from the feline throat, rubbing her head against the legs now at the side of the bed, the feet on the floor. Visit the orchid, that jungle parasite is growing still. The bathroom must be just warm enough for it. Brush the teeth, brush the hair. gather the mobile electronics, telephone and pen. Return to feed the cat, find fresh clothing in the wardrobe, check everything, now the wife has wakened, the cat- has two possible sources for entertainment. Leave the flat, let the cat out into the stairwell. The market is being set up in the pedestrian zone by the church. It is cold, people are talking loudly. It is a damp cold, fog condensing from water rising from the river, those water vapours from the slightly warmer river. Dolores is at the bus stop, sitting in the shelter. she hops surprised, but that does no harm. After all of this time she still has her tigers skin bag. She has a new winter coat on, a stylish thing., with an animal skin around its' collar as a stola, or something like that. As she is boarding the bus, see that the fur animal is not a real fur, but some textile mutation in imitation of the real thing. There is a bicycle lying on the ground outside the station, it has fallen over. It still has its red tail light on, glowing on the ground. somebody must have knocked it over, and did not bother to pick it up.
Yormu's big blondy is there, chatting away to her colleague, the one with the many black plaits in her hair, all tied back into a bun today.
The large black coffee is served, and in the cafe say good morning to hedgehog, for the first time this year. The girl is making sandwiches again, slowly, carefully. With her hair tied back her profile looks like that of Nofretete, the wife of Echnaton. She is a tall young woman with a handsome African face, careful make up. Her eyes are permanently downcast. Watch her squeeze mustard from a yellow plastic bottle into a thread roll. She then takes a knife to spread it carefully. She looks at the result and puts in a few tomatoes, and looks around, and starts putting bits of cheese in too. She is not fast, but she is interesting to watch. Look down at this notebook, and make these notes. There are people on television demonstrating body building gear. bonny men and young women, with muscular,young, taut bodies with nothing better to do than to sell body building machinery.
Leave for the train, there are more people there now. The year is warming up to operating temperature.
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