13.4.17
A wake up shower, soap and shampoo. The cat is attentive, wants attention, scratch it's head. simple desires. The lately repaired clock is on the wall, telling time. It is it's first six hours. A small Simms-AT0 construction, no quartz. A reciprocating flywheel. Hurry, it is late. Out in the alley pass all the shops, walk across the streets diagonally to save time. Hear a load rumbling noise, and upon rounding the corner to theatre street see a woman with long fair hair pulling two suitcase trolleys along behind her. The rumbling noise comes from the smallwheels on the cobblestones.
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So- that is the situation explained. At the bus stop, just the Teachermann today, standing there with his mouth open. Let him board, stand back, the bus has arrived, check the money for suitable small change. Pay, and then read the news on the little telephone.
At the station, pass the plaza, pass the place where the smoker normally is, but not today, and go on to the cafe. The dark haired woman is there, older and slow, but friendly. The bald shaven cheerful man joins her on service, he is helpful, and in no time the small knot of people at the long counter is dissolved.
Hedgehog is at his usual place in the cafe, the television is running... It is silent, showing some scientific documentary. and by the time that the word' 'cobblestones" has been written it is time to go, time to leave for the railway platform. Hurry through the underpass, women wearing trousers with torn knees, a fashion, a fad. Anything else would be fancy dress.
Find an empty seat on the train that has just arrived in the station, and write the remainder of these notes. The train moves forward a short way, then slowing to link with the carriages waiting further down the way. There is a recorded announcement telling everyone that an emergency brake has been pulled. This announcement is cut off in mid sentence.
and now the train has left Moosburg, a few extra passengers, a strong smell of deodorant blowing through the carriage.
The landscape outside is light, and coated in early frost, the grass appears fresh in a desaturated green. There are pink contrails in the clear sky, and a full moon is just over the horizon.
Altout ten deer are gazing out in the middle of one of the fields, living targets for rich hunters who have paid a lot of money for the right to hill them and to disembowel the harmless animals corpse's. If they are not granted this perverse pleasure, what else would they do to satisfy their lust.
A wake up shower, soap and shampoo. The cat is attentive, wants attention, scratch it's head. simple desires. The lately repaired clock is on the wall, telling time. It is it's first six hours. A small Simms-AT0 construction, no quartz. A reciprocating flywheel. Hurry, it is late. Out in the alley pass all the shops, walk across the streets diagonally to save time. Hear a load rumbling noise, and upon rounding the corner to theatre street see a woman with long fair hair pulling two suitcase trolleys along behind her. The rumbling noise comes from the smallwheels on the cobblestones.
-
So- that is the situation explained. At the bus stop, just the Teachermann today, standing there with his mouth open. Let him board, stand back, the bus has arrived, check the money for suitable small change. Pay, and then read the news on the little telephone.
At the station, pass the plaza, pass the place where the smoker normally is, but not today, and go on to the cafe. The dark haired woman is there, older and slow, but friendly. The bald shaven cheerful man joins her on service, he is helpful, and in no time the small knot of people at the long counter is dissolved.
Hedgehog is at his usual place in the cafe, the television is running... It is silent, showing some scientific documentary. and by the time that the word' 'cobblestones" has been written it is time to go, time to leave for the railway platform. Hurry through the underpass, women wearing trousers with torn knees, a fashion, a fad. Anything else would be fancy dress.
Find an empty seat on the train that has just arrived in the station, and write the remainder of these notes. The train moves forward a short way, then slowing to link with the carriages waiting further down the way. There is a recorded announcement telling everyone that an emergency brake has been pulled. This announcement is cut off in mid sentence.
and now the train has left Moosburg, a few extra passengers, a strong smell of deodorant blowing through the carriage.
The landscape outside is light, and coated in early frost, the grass appears fresh in a desaturated green. There are pink contrails in the clear sky, and a full moon is just over the horizon.
Altout ten deer are gazing out in the middle of one of the fields, living targets for rich hunters who have paid a lot of money for the right to hill them and to disembowel the harmless animals corpse's. If they are not granted this perverse pleasure, what else would they do to satisfy their lust.
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