forty one years later

Wednesday August

Stumble, cold. No, a running nose. And a sore throat.

Oh well, get up anyway.

start is bad, the toilet flush is broken, it has been running all night. Carelessness.

Wash, shave. Search for clothing.

This is a bad day, it starts badly. Leave the lights off, find clothes in the dark.

There is a man eating a banana at the bus stop, his banana at five forty. A tall man with a rucksack.

Take the coffee from the railway coffee, after the bus, after the good morning to the man with the pony tail (it has grown) and alter all-why bother?..

Platform four, the train is standing there already, doors looked, dark. The doors open later, and that is it. Board the train, the empty trains.

Things are becoming difficult, and the long journey over the green and brown plains under a blue shy with yellow whirls and contrails and grey clouds on the horizon does not help.

Things are formless, difficult;

Unpleasant.