unbeatable enmity

25th November 2016

'A transition from sleeping to waking, from dreaming to think Every morning, get up, hurry, prepare for the day, wash, shave before showering so that the shaving cream will just wash off..

Put on all the clothes left out last night. And that is that.. That is all.

It is another dry, cold day. The slow nation cyclist is on theater street again. Very slowly wobbling over the cobbles. There are a few other people walking, more asleep than awake.

The town has hung out it's Christmas lights. Strings of tiny white lights over the streets. Christmas cheer, all the shop windows decorated. A festival for consumers, there is no sense of anything else. Christmas time. A festival for the rich, and for the poor. Any others just go to work as always, take advantage of the holidays, or goats on a tourney, or go on a journey, a holiday trip, to somewhere.

Teacherman-arrives at the bus stop. He says hello, and the bus arrives. The bus is full today, there are more people working, more people going to work early.

At the station, the smoker is solitary in the square marked on the pavement, marked around a ground-bolted silver stand with an ash tray on top. He is standing at the very edge of the square, on the yellow line. A small protest. -

good Morning.
The cafe is full of people standing at the counter. They all seem in good humour. The-girl behind the counter, no, the young woman behind the counter looks up, recognises, and says 'gross Kaffei.
ok
For all of the Christmas Activity, the train is empty, and quiet. There are people, young men, at the nest tah talking loudly and continuously. Because the Train is so empty, it is possible to find another seat, and to continue writing these notes in peace and quiet.

The train is slow today, for some reason it needs to stop and wait in places where it normally does not do that.

But otherwise, all is quiet, only the steady hiss over the right ear, the unbeatable enmity, makes it's hiss. It is quieter today, it was loud last night.