it is not good to stare

Tuesday, 14 November 2017
Leave the house into the foggy alleyway,betwen the old houses. There are halos about all of the street lanterns, fogdamp street pavemen. A police car is driving through town, moving very slowly. Look away, it is not good to stare at policemen. Mother said that, long ago. At the bus stop, all the good mornings, smiles, politeness.
Look out over the river, it is a grey sinister mass today, the fog has softened and dimmed the lights.
After the bus journey, and the mornings greetings for the smoker at the station, go to the cafe. This is really crowded today, a whole crew of building workers is there, all in their work clothes, all in high spirits.
The service girls are doing their best not to get flustered. And three minutes later, all have been dealt with. One large coffee, one sixty, and a stamp in the discount card. On the railway platform, later, see that the fog has obscured each end of the long platform. Everything looks cosy and dark of the long Mallarme.
Everything baths cosy and dark.
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