27th of september 2017
at the rear seat at the bus, looking forward, there - a young woman applying makeup to her eyes. The bus is not driving smoothly, yet she applies her crimping tool for the eyelashes, and all the different colours and shadings without a mistake. Holding a mirror in her left hand are the tools and colours in the other. She finishes just as the bus reaches the railway station.
Coffee, there are more people in the cafe than usual... people queue, standing time, cake, coffee, rolls, cigarettes. The girl with the Indian features takes the money, gives a cup of coffee. Take the lidless paper mug to the small table where all the syrups, and the sugar and the milk for the coffee are kept. There is a man in a white linen jacket there, a form of bavarian costume, oak leaves embroidered, green appliques on the collar. He has taken over the whole console for himself and his purchases. So reach over and take a plastic lid, go to the next table in the waiting room. And then see that the lid is broken. Return to the fat white man, still dressing his coffee, and get a fresh lid, one without a tear in its rim.
say 'good morning to the man called Hedgehog, he is just leaving, packing up his things. sit alone, write notes, sup coffee untill six.
Then up, and go to platforms six. Join the crowd striding, shuffling it's way through that white tiled corridor under the railway tracks.
The train is not in yet, it is late. stand well back from edge of the platform, away from the crowd. They are impatient, pushy. When the train arrives, the ones leaving the carriage and thereby arriving get out, them there waiting to leave storm the carriage, only a hairs breadth away from being uncivilized. They all want their usual seats, they are all frightened of wasting time.
When all have boarded, step in, finish the coffee, and discard the empty paper cup in the big bin at the entrancw to the carriage. There are four seats free at a table, so take one and continue to write these notes.
At a table on a train, this train rushing along the tracks in what is left of the night.
at the rear seat at the bus, looking forward, there - a young woman applying makeup to her eyes. The bus is not driving smoothly, yet she applies her crimping tool for the eyelashes, and all the different colours and shadings without a mistake. Holding a mirror in her left hand are the tools and colours in the other. She finishes just as the bus reaches the railway station.
Coffee, there are more people in the cafe than usual... people queue, standing time, cake, coffee, rolls, cigarettes. The girl with the Indian features takes the money, gives a cup of coffee. Take the lidless paper mug to the small table where all the syrups, and the sugar and the milk for the coffee are kept. There is a man in a white linen jacket there, a form of bavarian costume, oak leaves embroidered, green appliques on the collar. He has taken over the whole console for himself and his purchases. So reach over and take a plastic lid, go to the next table in the waiting room. And then see that the lid is broken. Return to the fat white man, still dressing his coffee, and get a fresh lid, one without a tear in its rim.
say 'good morning to the man called Hedgehog, he is just leaving, packing up his things. sit alone, write notes, sup coffee untill six.
Then up, and go to platforms six. Join the crowd striding, shuffling it's way through that white tiled corridor under the railway tracks.
The train is not in yet, it is late. stand well back from edge of the platform, away from the crowd. They are impatient, pushy. When the train arrives, the ones leaving the carriage and thereby arriving get out, them there waiting to leave storm the carriage, only a hairs breadth away from being uncivilized. They all want their usual seats, they are all frightened of wasting time.
When all have boarded, step in, finish the coffee, and discard the empty paper cup in the big bin at the entrancw to the carriage. There are four seats free at a table, so take one and continue to write these notes.
At a table on a train, this train rushing along the tracks in what is left of the night.
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