4.2.2016
seaside song, telephone lost in the dark, it is there, but where exactly? When found, turn it off, shower, return to pack the bag get the days clothing together. check the contents of the bag. The cat is very attentive today, it purrs and holds its head at an angle so that it can be scratched between the ears. The eyeglasses are in the living room. Fetch them too.
At just after half past five leave for the streets. It is only very slightly later than usual, but the streets have many more people wandering up and down, waiting in front of shops and standing at corners smoking. Smoking another cigarette before the day begins.
A small garden tractor belonging to the municipality is busy scattering salt on all the pedestrian ways in expectation of snow today. It is a noisy thing with a salt hopper mounted on its rear and an orange flashing beacon on it's roof.
Good morning Dolores, and here is the bus. Five minutes later there is the shirt sleeved, pig tailed, grey haired smoker. Good morning too. For the first time ever, Anastasia seems ever so slightly disorganised. she is dealing with all her customers at once, as usual, there is just the very slight impression of her being stressed. Perhaps a hard night, or something.
Greet Hedgehog, the man in the blue overall and the chubby face, standing at his table reading his tabloid newspaper. A nod and ever such a slight bow.
Orange clad municipal workers are at another table discussing the methodology of cleaning public stairwells. The one is in favour of using a petrol consuming blowing apparatus. He does not seem To think of the noise .
• Try to imagine being wakened at five by the sound of a street cleaner using an unsilenceable wind maker in front of the bedroom window. There are worse things, but that would be high up an some scale quantifying nuisance.
The train in according to the announcement. Head for the Tracks. in the grey chill morning, a morning felt to be cold.
Passing carriages at the platform as the train sneaks silently past moving in to gently contact the carriages already at the platform. Eventually it halts, groups of passengers form at the entrance doors awaiting the doors. After a pause, these open.
Sitting at a small talk of wood coloured plastic table in silence, writing these notes.
Listen to the tinnitus' hiss, unbroken for some years, and feel the eyes droop in the warmth of the railway carriage.
seaside song, telephone lost in the dark, it is there, but where exactly? When found, turn it off, shower, return to pack the bag get the days clothing together. check the contents of the bag. The cat is very attentive today, it purrs and holds its head at an angle so that it can be scratched between the ears. The eyeglasses are in the living room. Fetch them too.
At just after half past five leave for the streets. It is only very slightly later than usual, but the streets have many more people wandering up and down, waiting in front of shops and standing at corners smoking. Smoking another cigarette before the day begins.
A small garden tractor belonging to the municipality is busy scattering salt on all the pedestrian ways in expectation of snow today. It is a noisy thing with a salt hopper mounted on its rear and an orange flashing beacon on it's roof.
Good morning Dolores, and here is the bus. Five minutes later there is the shirt sleeved, pig tailed, grey haired smoker. Good morning too. For the first time ever, Anastasia seems ever so slightly disorganised. she is dealing with all her customers at once, as usual, there is just the very slight impression of her being stressed. Perhaps a hard night, or something.
Greet Hedgehog, the man in the blue overall and the chubby face, standing at his table reading his tabloid newspaper. A nod and ever such a slight bow.
Orange clad municipal workers are at another table discussing the methodology of cleaning public stairwells. The one is in favour of using a petrol consuming blowing apparatus. He does not seem To think of the noise .
• Try to imagine being wakened at five by the sound of a street cleaner using an unsilenceable wind maker in front of the bedroom window. There are worse things, but that would be high up an some scale quantifying nuisance.
The train in according to the announcement. Head for the Tracks. in the grey chill morning, a morning felt to be cold.
Passing carriages at the platform as the train sneaks silently past moving in to gently contact the carriages already at the platform. Eventually it halts, groups of passengers form at the entrance doors awaiting the doors. After a pause, these open.
Sitting at a small talk of wood coloured plastic table in silence, writing these notes.
Listen to the tinnitus' hiss, unbroken for some years, and feel the eyes droop in the warmth of the railway carriage.
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