Friday, 8 June 2018

All those thousands of bricks

The cat hurtles into the bathroom with a great expression of haste. She nuzzles her face against the bare wet legs.
Finish drying off the water from the shower, go to the bedroom take a fresh shirt from the wardrobe. Then, to the kitchen, feed the cat. from a tin of cat food. and then gather the small things, the phone, the glasses, make sure that the wallet is in the bag.

The church is lit by the first light from the sun.  The tall pointed window at the end of the street is clearly delineated, all the hundreds of tiny panes, and to its left and right, all those thousands of bricks.


see the black range rover speed through the pedestrian zone. This seems to be becoming a habit. well who cares? It is just such a big ostentatious car. All that metal for a single person!


There is the dressy municipial employee ahead, the used to be the teacher-man, but now he is not, because it has been seen plain that he is not a teacher.
Follow the man, now the municipal man, down to the bus stop. Wish him goodmomy and the other to Dolores. And the boyg cotton man, too.

Later, at the railway station, there is the smoker, long haired, with a rucksack, standing in the centre of the station plaza, by the ashtray.

And after waiting at the table in the cafe's waiting room, go to the platform, the platform numbered six. Admire the site works there, they will be building a new platform number seven and eight.
The train comes in, take the first seat available, and continue these notes- they are becoming more and more difficult to write, maybe it is the constant rcpetition.
- train
It travels through the flat riverside landscape, the flood plain. This is steaming with the cold ground on the sun-warmed air, there is an abundance of yellow light and green foliage. There are white houses every where. the pride and joy of the country dwellers.

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