Friday, the bells at nine forty nine shattering the sound of the rainfall outside, ringing long to call the flock to worship. And in the end there is just a single one ringing, and then silence. But for the sound of the tyres of the passing car on the wet cobblestones.
The son is long up, minding his computers, arranging the Minecraft server used by himself and his friends.
And it is raining outside, and it is cool.
Now at nine fifty five, the bell from saint Martins commences its imbecile mechanical beating again. The bells are run automatically, it is like the the call of the muezzin from a recording. It would work, whether or not there was one there to officiate. It is a system that would work without peoples attention, without their caring. It reduces the faithful to parts of an inhuman system.
And then the tolling for the full hour.
It is ten.
And the flat is as untidy as ever.
But there is work to be done.
The new watch on the wrist has a second hand that moves about four times in a second, the movement hardly ticks, it seems to throb.
Hear the first sounds of the organ from the church.
The son is long up, minding his computers, arranging the Minecraft server used by himself and his friends.
And it is raining outside, and it is cool.
Now at nine fifty five, the bell from saint Martins commences its imbecile mechanical beating again. The bells are run automatically, it is like the the call of the muezzin from a recording. It would work, whether or not there was one there to officiate. It is a system that would work without peoples attention, without their caring. It reduces the faithful to parts of an inhuman system.
And then the tolling for the full hour.
It is ten.
And the flat is as untidy as ever.
But there is work to be done.
The new watch on the wrist has a second hand that moves about four times in a second, the movement hardly ticks, it seems to throb.
Hear the first sounds of the organ from the church.
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