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day for the dentist today, there is no point in getting up early, so let the little black monolith clock sound, and silence it. There is the noise from the sons alarms, he trying to wake up early to catch up on his schoolwork.

lie and dream, that is to lie on the sore back,

Car driving is not good for the back.

Maybe it was the car driving, the uncomfortable seat.

Dentist day, but drink a cup of coffee anyway

but get up first, it is six thirty

take a shower

The sun is bright

there will be no rail journey today.

Not until next week, okey,

At seven there is the sound of building work from a house four doors up the street,

the destruction in progress before renovation can take place

Dentist, fear of pain, fear of the chair, the work in the mouth, drills high speed, grinding and polishing.

Noise, much like the building noise, the pneumatic drill joined by the sound of an electric chain saw, that old house is being gutted, being turned into a new house with old appearance, a palimpsest on an old beauty.

Modern times.

Times in which people claim to have a right to do what they like, the richer, the more arrogant. Moving on, looking ahead, never look down to see what you are trampling on.

Try for maximum leeway, force your way if you can, sneak about if yo can't.