April
Completely exhausted, disconnect the 'phone, turn off its noise slowly now, slowly today.
Slow.
There is no hurry.Wildo,
Here is the same business as every day, go to the bathroom, turn on the shower, let it run hot. Just wash and comb the hair, brush the teeth. go back to the bedroom, the cat is now on the bed.
Put on some underwear, fresh, a new shirt.
The cat follows down the stairs, half way, and sits there. It seems to look down the corridor with longing, a longing to be out of the constraints of the house.
The street is deserted, no people, just the expanding construction work. The town is cold and sleeping, at the bus stop three people, as usual. The same three people. Cars stream past, Trucks and cars. Under way in the early morning. This is a trunk road, it runs right through the middle of the town.
There is a constant stream of traffic both directions.
The railway station is busy, the cafe is busy.
The young girl on service, the one with the bulging eyes, is getting faster all at the time, but has started to forget to actually serve the customers after having taken their money.
The train on its platform, rolling slowly down the tracks to couple with the carriages already in the station. Make up a double train to continue the journey in Munich.
The same groups of people, impatient to board the Train, trying to gauge the exact point where it will finaly stop on its slow progress. Those that guess the wrong position try to adjust this, the train has an accompaniment of people following down the platform.
A slow procession.
Completely exhausted, disconnect the 'phone, turn off its noise slowly now, slowly today.
Slow.
There is no hurry.Wildo,
Here is the same business as every day, go to the bathroom, turn on the shower, let it run hot. Just wash and comb the hair, brush the teeth. go back to the bedroom, the cat is now on the bed.
Put on some underwear, fresh, a new shirt.
The cat follows down the stairs, half way, and sits there. It seems to look down the corridor with longing, a longing to be out of the constraints of the house.
The street is deserted, no people, just the expanding construction work. The town is cold and sleeping, at the bus stop three people, as usual. The same three people. Cars stream past, Trucks and cars. Under way in the early morning. This is a trunk road, it runs right through the middle of the town.
There is a constant stream of traffic both directions.
The railway station is busy, the cafe is busy.
The young girl on service, the one with the bulging eyes, is getting faster all at the time, but has started to forget to actually serve the customers after having taken their money.
The train on its platform, rolling slowly down the tracks to couple with the carriages already in the station. Make up a double train to continue the journey in Munich.
The same groups of people, impatient to board the Train, trying to gauge the exact point where it will finaly stop on its slow progress. Those that guess the wrong position try to adjust this, the train has an accompaniment of people following down the platform.
A slow procession.
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