Tuesday, November 15th.
Alarm, there is no sound from the cellular phone, there is no sound. Look. There are two minutes remaining.. Lie back again, everything is in order. Hear the cat purring in the dark. seaside melody, time to get up, take a shower to wake up, up, up. Bathroom, shower. Waken. Wear a pullover to work today. it its cold.. At the last minute, cannot find the keys on their ring. There is so much attached to that ring, the microchips for the time recorder at work, the microchip that will open the office door at work. There they are on that dumbwaiter beside the bed. Take them, and hurry out of the house, down to the alley., down the alley, past all of the litup small shop windows, past the durch, Angels stamp shop, Grimms hardware, pass the clothes store, and then the discount bakery.
And pass all of the little golden stones in the street, the stones placed there as a reminder of injustice done by fathers, mothers, grandparents. People running with the crowd to save themselves.
Run for the bus, already waiting at the bus stop. There are still two minutes, it is that early. Yet the bus is there, and the driver looks surprised at the knock on the big glass door. Not just surprised, irritated. He opens his mouth like a carp in an aquarium. Then he closes it again.
Pay the fare, a miserable seat on the crowded bus.
The station forecourt is bare, it is cold. The cafe is empty, but for the service girl. She turns the coffee on before recieving the order, she knows by now.
And whilst waiting for the coffee, a bus arrives outside and the cafe is full.
Fast changes
Alarm, there is no sound from the cellular phone, there is no sound. Look. There are two minutes remaining.. Lie back again, everything is in order. Hear the cat purring in the dark. seaside melody, time to get up, take a shower to wake up, up, up. Bathroom, shower. Waken. Wear a pullover to work today. it its cold.. At the last minute, cannot find the keys on their ring. There is so much attached to that ring, the microchips for the time recorder at work, the microchip that will open the office door at work. There they are on that dumbwaiter beside the bed. Take them, and hurry out of the house, down to the alley., down the alley, past all of the litup small shop windows, past the durch, Angels stamp shop, Grimms hardware, pass the clothes store, and then the discount bakery.
And pass all of the little golden stones in the street, the stones placed there as a reminder of injustice done by fathers, mothers, grandparents. People running with the crowd to save themselves.
Run for the bus, already waiting at the bus stop. There are still two minutes, it is that early. Yet the bus is there, and the driver looks surprised at the knock on the big glass door. Not just surprised, irritated. He opens his mouth like a carp in an aquarium. Then he closes it again.
Pay the fare, a miserable seat on the crowded bus.
The station forecourt is bare, it is cold. The cafe is empty, but for the service girl. She turns the coffee on before recieving the order, she knows by now.
And whilst waiting for the coffee, a bus arrives outside and the cafe is full.
Fast changes
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