18 July 2017
The same things early in the morning, the same routine getting up. The shower is pleasant, u drown n the noise of the tinnitus, it washes the stickiness of the night from body
And by to time all is done, it is twenty five past five. check that those three french clocks are still keeping time, after their repairs. There-the five minutes are up, and upon leaving the house the bells of saint Martins ring.
The refuse bins are all in the street.
Grey sentinels in front of their buildings. go back to collect the one in the yard, and put it out in front of the house.
Two minutes.
Walk down to the main street, without stepping into the leavings of horses that are have been left in the street after the pageant on Sunday. On the main street a street cleaning machine is doing its rounds, collecting the litter left by the people since yesterday. A man comes out of a doorway opposite, dragging a grey plastic refuse bin behind him. He has a shoulder bag, brown over his shoulder. He leaves the grey bin in the street by the door, and wanders off down the town. There is a crossing of paths at the junction of the Old Town street and the theatre street. He proceeds down towards the district known as Nicola.
Say hello to Dolores at the two stop. Aboard the bus there is the makeup-girl, not decorating her face today, and the young girl with the Rastafarian hairstyle. And all get out at the railway station bus stop.
Say good morning to the smoker, avoid the main from the bakery who is dragging a large stack of empty green containers out of the station hallway.
The shaven headed man gives the coffee, takes the money.. The day is running now, the same details piece by piece.
sit at the table, ten minutes at the start of the day.
And then. take the paper cap of coffee out, go down the stairs, along the tiled corridor. A man is driving his bicycle down the same corridor, standing on the left hand pedal, just rolling along. Cycling is verboten in this passage, but he is disobedient, or lazy. The just-risen sun is blinding bright on the platform, see that the train has just arrived. Board.
That's it for now.
The same things early in the morning, the same routine getting up. The shower is pleasant, u drown n the noise of the tinnitus, it washes the stickiness of the night from body
And by to time all is done, it is twenty five past five. check that those three french clocks are still keeping time, after their repairs. There-the five minutes are up, and upon leaving the house the bells of saint Martins ring.
The refuse bins are all in the street.
Grey sentinels in front of their buildings. go back to collect the one in the yard, and put it out in front of the house.
Two minutes.
Walk down to the main street, without stepping into the leavings of horses that are have been left in the street after the pageant on Sunday. On the main street a street cleaning machine is doing its rounds, collecting the litter left by the people since yesterday. A man comes out of a doorway opposite, dragging a grey plastic refuse bin behind him. He has a shoulder bag, brown over his shoulder. He leaves the grey bin in the street by the door, and wanders off down the town. There is a crossing of paths at the junction of the Old Town street and the theatre street. He proceeds down towards the district known as Nicola.
Say hello to Dolores at the two stop. Aboard the bus there is the makeup-girl, not decorating her face today, and the young girl with the Rastafarian hairstyle. And all get out at the railway station bus stop.
Say good morning to the smoker, avoid the main from the bakery who is dragging a large stack of empty green containers out of the station hallway.
The shaven headed man gives the coffee, takes the money.. The day is running now, the same details piece by piece.
sit at the table, ten minutes at the start of the day.
And then. take the paper cap of coffee out, go down the stairs, along the tiled corridor. A man is driving his bicycle down the same corridor, standing on the left hand pedal, just rolling along. Cycling is verboten in this passage, but he is disobedient, or lazy. The just-risen sun is blinding bright on the platform, see that the train has just arrived. Board.
That's it for now.
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