16.2.2017
Get up, leave the land of nod. Things could be better today, get up, go to the bathroom, tomo bagno. Somehow it seems as if time is moving faster today, and as if there were less of it. Scratch the cat's head, it turns it's yellow eyes towards me-upwards, yellow orbs with black slits. Let the animal out into the corridor, hear it purring outside.
At the bottom of the stairs, there it is again, sitting on the board cower to the basement. It seems to be awaiting something. Scratch the cat's head, it turns it's yellow eyes towards me-upwards, yellow orbs with black slits.
In the alley, the secondhand fashion shop is lit up, there is a tailors dummy in the window showing off some clothing. The whole confection is lit up with amber light, glowing in the sinister dark of the street.
At the end of the alley there is the tall window of the church, cobbles, brick and a few stone monuments.. A place of religion, and of monuments to past lives.
The now-deserted wool shop, the new Spanish bank, the fake-old guest house, the philatelists supply shop and the cutlery store. Further on the sewing machine shop, the bag shop, the huge fashion store and the perfume shop on the corner. And a cafe. Pass all of this in thirty seconds, move on down the street to the town gate.
Read the news on the telephone, the change for the bus driver is prepared.
At the station, there is the big delivery vehicle again, delivering cardboard boxes of ready made bakery items to the bakery. It is standing there, right in front of the main entrance.
good Morning, pig tailéd smoker,
as almost every day,
and on into the cafe, to order that large cup of coffee, the companion for the train journey to Freising.
Get up, leave the land of nod. Things could be better today, get up, go to the bathroom, tomo bagno. Somehow it seems as if time is moving faster today, and as if there were less of it. Scratch the cat's head, it turns it's yellow eyes towards me-upwards, yellow orbs with black slits. Let the animal out into the corridor, hear it purring outside.
At the bottom of the stairs, there it is again, sitting on the board cower to the basement. It seems to be awaiting something. Scratch the cat's head, it turns it's yellow eyes towards me-upwards, yellow orbs with black slits.
In the alley, the secondhand fashion shop is lit up, there is a tailors dummy in the window showing off some clothing. The whole confection is lit up with amber light, glowing in the sinister dark of the street.
At the end of the alley there is the tall window of the church, cobbles, brick and a few stone monuments.. A place of religion, and of monuments to past lives.
The now-deserted wool shop, the new Spanish bank, the fake-old guest house, the philatelists supply shop and the cutlery store. Further on the sewing machine shop, the bag shop, the huge fashion store and the perfume shop on the corner. And a cafe. Pass all of this in thirty seconds, move on down the street to the town gate.
Read the news on the telephone, the change for the bus driver is prepared.
At the station, there is the big delivery vehicle again, delivering cardboard boxes of ready made bakery items to the bakery. It is standing there, right in front of the main entrance.
good Morning, pig tailéd smoker,
as almost every day,
and on into the cafe, to order that large cup of coffee, the companion for the train journey to Freising.
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