2 may 16
The seaside melody from a mobile 'phone on a Monday, an awakening from the little death. Relax a second more, then go to the bathroom, wash, brush the teeth.
Blue trousers today, a cheek shirt.
There are no appointments today. no pictures to be taken of people meeting and chatting, eternal group pictures. No need to dress up any more than usual. Let out the cat, take the pill for the mind. Wait for a few minutes, just wait.
Leave the building, in the street the road works digging their way up the road, deep trenches for black pipes.
See the town lit by the dawn sunlight for the first time this year. Dolores, the bog-cotton man, and the teacher are all at the bus stop. The bus is early today, driving slowly, approaching almost surreptitiously. It halts, the driver gets his money, the journey to the railway station begins. A five minute journey.
Say good morning to the smoker, he is just finishing his cigarette and putting the butt into an ash tray, being careful to extinguish it first.
The girl who says 'Alice" is serving at the cafe, friendly and efficient. Just a large cup of coffee in a paper cap, alles, Alice.
Stand at the table, start with the date, the second of May, write the first few sentences of these and then hear that the Rosenheim Train is in, Platform one. At the platform No. 6 wait for the train. It has been delayed, for a few minutes, no reason is given. Knowing why would make no difference to the punctuality, but it would satisfy curiosity
Find a seat in the meanwhile-arrived train, and continue with these notes as the train speeds through a fresh green landscape under an almost clear sky. The scene is illuminated by a sun which is now well risen, all lit by its rays falling over the view at a most acute. shallow angle.
The seaside melody from a mobile 'phone on a Monday, an awakening from the little death. Relax a second more, then go to the bathroom, wash, brush the teeth.
Blue trousers today, a cheek shirt.
There are no appointments today. no pictures to be taken of people meeting and chatting, eternal group pictures. No need to dress up any more than usual. Let out the cat, take the pill for the mind. Wait for a few minutes, just wait.
Leave the building, in the street the road works digging their way up the road, deep trenches for black pipes.
See the town lit by the dawn sunlight for the first time this year. Dolores, the bog-cotton man, and the teacher are all at the bus stop. The bus is early today, driving slowly, approaching almost surreptitiously. It halts, the driver gets his money, the journey to the railway station begins. A five minute journey.
Say good morning to the smoker, he is just finishing his cigarette and putting the butt into an ash tray, being careful to extinguish it first.
The girl who says 'Alice" is serving at the cafe, friendly and efficient. Just a large cup of coffee in a paper cap, alles, Alice.
Stand at the table, start with the date, the second of May, write the first few sentences of these and then hear that the Rosenheim Train is in, Platform one. At the platform No. 6 wait for the train. It has been delayed, for a few minutes, no reason is given. Knowing why would make no difference to the punctuality, but it would satisfy curiosity
Find a seat in the meanwhile-arrived train, and continue with these notes as the train speeds through a fresh green landscape under an almost clear sky. The scene is illuminated by a sun which is now well risen, all lit by its rays falling over the view at a most acute. shallow angle.
All is clear and of great plasticity.
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