Insect

Tuesday, January 22 nd 2019

Take another picture of the end of the alley, this

time focussing on the cobbles.

And hurry on to the bus stop.

The bus ride is uneventful, lights passing outside

the windows, early neon signs for a fitness

centre, all lit up.

The back of the bus wobbles around much

more than the front part. The two halves are

joined by a rotating platform on the floor, and

a plastic bellows joining the two carriages. This

gives the impression of one very long carriage.

But it isn't, and that shows when the bus is in

motion. It is like being inside an insect.

At the railway station, walk over the cold flagstones

of the place in front of the tall glass front of the

station, climb the five granite stairs up to

the front entrance, the door glides automatically,

sensing persons approaching.

Go over to the cafe counter. Count the stomps

on the discount card, They are ten. Hand it

over to the man with the beard and the bald

pate, he makes a cup of coffee in a mug

with a green rim with Tee written upon it

in white letters. Take the paper mug to the

waiting room, say good morning to Norbert Hedgehog,

and sit down on a meal stool.