5 February 2016
Waiting for the alarm to sound, the cat Miriam purring at the foot of the bed. A happy sounding cat. The seaside melody from the mobile phone, and off to the orchid, the shower, toothbrush and shaver. Find a different pair of shoes today, rescue them from the attic. Yesterday's rain soaked the other ones, they are not dry yet. Dust them off, they will be okay for today. Pet the cat once more and leave the house, the streets are dry today.
The market stall owners are setting up their wares in the Friday morning main street food market. They are shouting advice to each other, likely shouting just out of habit.
Dolores and the man with the bog cotton hair are at the bus stop Wish dololres her good morning. The bus driver is a young man with gel in his hair, he does not seem to be at all happy to be up at this hour . But he drives well, the bus ride is smooth That is pleasant.
The station forecourt is deserted, the steps well decorated with cigarette butts, and spilt beer. The cleaners have not been yet, and the filth remains: Why are railway stations always such an attraction for inebriates and smokers?
Anastasia, solitary behind her counter, just looks, turns around and put on a coffee. Not a word. And then there are other customers, all chattering away, all buying breakfasts, and Lattes, and god only knows what other concoctions.
Hedgehog is at his place under the television, he gives a friendly grating. The television is showing advertising for twin-bladed circular saws again. There is even footage of a man cutting an egg in two. He is holding the egg in such a way that if he makes a mistake guiding the cutting device, it will take his thumb off. Why would we cut raw hen's eggs with a circular hand saw anyway? The blades rotate in opposition, the device must make a very broad cut.
Hedgehog leaves the waiting room, says goodbye. He has never done that before. It only takes three years. Two young street cleaners take his place, all dressed up in that municipal safety orange. They are loud, they are young. People are loud in this country, in this state. They will drown in sound that which they cannot push aside with their elbows.
Train time, today the train is empty, people on holidays, celebrating.
Waiting for the alarm to sound, the cat Miriam purring at the foot of the bed. A happy sounding cat. The seaside melody from the mobile phone, and off to the orchid, the shower, toothbrush and shaver. Find a different pair of shoes today, rescue them from the attic. Yesterday's rain soaked the other ones, they are not dry yet. Dust them off, they will be okay for today. Pet the cat once more and leave the house, the streets are dry today.
The market stall owners are setting up their wares in the Friday morning main street food market. They are shouting advice to each other, likely shouting just out of habit.
Dolores and the man with the bog cotton hair are at the bus stop Wish dololres her good morning. The bus driver is a young man with gel in his hair, he does not seem to be at all happy to be up at this hour . But he drives well, the bus ride is smooth That is pleasant.
The station forecourt is deserted, the steps well decorated with cigarette butts, and spilt beer. The cleaners have not been yet, and the filth remains: Why are railway stations always such an attraction for inebriates and smokers?
Anastasia, solitary behind her counter, just looks, turns around and put on a coffee. Not a word. And then there are other customers, all chattering away, all buying breakfasts, and Lattes, and god only knows what other concoctions.
Hedgehog is at his place under the television, he gives a friendly grating. The television is showing advertising for twin-bladed circular saws again. There is even footage of a man cutting an egg in two. He is holding the egg in such a way that if he makes a mistake guiding the cutting device, it will take his thumb off. Why would we cut raw hen's eggs with a circular hand saw anyway? The blades rotate in opposition, the device must make a very broad cut.
Hedgehog leaves the waiting room, says goodbye. He has never done that before. It only takes three years. Two young street cleaners take his place, all dressed up in that municipal safety orange. They are loud, they are young. People are loud in this country, in this state. They will drown in sound that which they cannot push aside with their elbows.
Train time, today the train is empty, people on holidays, celebrating.
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