hic iacet

the first of October

, he street is shining glistening wet. Rain

has fallen all night, dribbling off all the

gutters. The air is a chilly damp.

Keep the face down, prevent rain from

falling into the eyes.

The tombstones on the wall at the church

are reminders of mortality, with all head

their engraved script announcing eternal

remembrance.

All of those people are now forgotten.

just the engraved type remains.

Hic Jaect-

or hie iacet. And so on.

All are in the bus shelter today, seeking

shelter from the light rain..

Dolores, Hwuuyial man, the boy

cdtw way and another woman.

The bus driver paid, all in done.

An umbrella-covered smoker is just

leaving his post before the station as

the bus arrives there. The weather is too

uncomfortable for him as well.

The bald won with the hoard has

returned to the cafe * whined to service

Still, the woman with the role on

her chin takes the order, the man nuts

the coffee on the counter a short while

later. The coffee, the table at the wall at

the waiting room with the high meant

able stool.

Wait for five minutes, write the date

at the head of these notes, forget to him on

the pen, write the date again.

It is monday, a day of starting misery...

and the Train is full of napkin wet

rain packets.

And in Mustang, it gets fuller.gtM÷.

going to work is awful, a sad journey

on Monday, after what was a lousy

weeharyd.