12 May
The cat, makes an early morning greeting, purring, rubbing its head, leaping onto the knees, sniffing, purring.
After washing, and brushing the teeth, checking the computer, no news, rest a while, then go out into the street. There is no point. Yes there is. Just keep on moving, keep on progressing.
On this dry day meet a cyclist coming the other way at the corner of the street. St is wearing a horrified expression, it is a if she had thought that she was the only person in the world. She is also wearing a hat, a knitted had. She has been here before. months ago. She hurtles on her way,. towards the police station at the other end of the street.
At the bus stop, at the moment when Dolores looks up to reply to the good norm. the street lights go out. An unconnected event.
The river has calmed down now, it is no longer rushing like it was yesterday.
The bus arrives, there is no smoker at the station, and there are fewer people in the cafe than there had been over the past week.
and onboard the train, at eight past, an announcement uber the loudspeakers, a young woman wishing well on this journey, in the name of the German Rail company.
The crops in the fields outside have now turned dark green, mossy green. They are growing, chlorophyl is absorbing the sunlight.
- Friday, the end of this working week
Look at the news, the world is being run
- more and more by despots. Power loving men in power.with their supporters.
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