covered by pitch black night

26th September 2017

Stand by the river, the river running from those Alps down through Munich, through Landshut run all into the Danube later, to pass through Passau, on past Linz pela Austria.

To the black sea.

There is a hotel on the other side, a glass front, a conservatory with no plants, lights behind this show a huge breakfast room, deserted yet. The light reflects white in the river, glaring on the water. The street lamps are sodium yellow, sodium vapour discharge. Yellow points of light on a pedestrian way along the top of a damn at the small power plant The river has no tension today, it is slack and easy. There has been no rain to feed it in the mountains. So it is slow and sluggish.

A silvery light-reflecting mass of water, running between two concrete enclosures, between houses and streets, wider bridges and railway lines.

In the railway station cafe, there is the girl with the blond Rastafarian hair, dreadlocks in blonde. She is laughing, happy

Maybe she has returned to her technical college. Standing at the counter, getting her coffee. A nice pleasant sight to start the day with. She has small blue beads worked into her locks, it looks good; pretty.

On board the train, later, there is a man with a hicyde, fact asleep on several seats, his bicycle beside him. The carriage is full of sleeping people, some with headphones, some without. The light in the carriage is a yellowish-green fluorescent glare, and outside the window the passinf countryside is covered by pitch black night.