toc tac
every thirty seconds, that is the sound of a French master clock, hanging in the kitchen. Telling the time, still sending signals to it`s slaves long gone. Or, as they say in other languages, it's children.
The cat rests on the bed, it refuses to get up. It just looks resentful, but then how is a human to know exactly what resentfulness is in a cat?
The bigger clock outside starts a mechanism to allow the bells to toll eight times.
It is eight in the morning, and it is Saturday.
There are sounds in the street, the sounds from car exhausts, rumble of tyres over cobblestones.
Outside is a grey day, a flatly lit day. It is not warm, and it is not yet cold.
A cup of fresh coffee.
Enjoy the solitude here, the peace of it. Unlike the solitude of work, where there is no peace, an imprisonment for six years more.
Yet work is solitary too, entirely solitary and alone.
Abandoned in a corner
as opposed to the solitude and peace of the home.
Lucky man to have the choice.
every thirty seconds, that is the sound of a French master clock, hanging in the kitchen. Telling the time, still sending signals to it`s slaves long gone. Or, as they say in other languages, it's children.
The cat rests on the bed, it refuses to get up. It just looks resentful, but then how is a human to know exactly what resentfulness is in a cat?
The bigger clock outside starts a mechanism to allow the bells to toll eight times.
It is eight in the morning, and it is Saturday.
There are sounds in the street, the sounds from car exhausts, rumble of tyres over cobblestones.
Outside is a grey day, a flatly lit day. It is not warm, and it is not yet cold.
A cup of fresh coffee.
Enjoy the solitude here, the peace of it. Unlike the solitude of work, where there is no peace, an imprisonment for six years more.
Yet work is solitary too, entirely solitary and alone.
Abandoned in a corner
as opposed to the solitude and peace of the home.
Lucky man to have the choice.
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