unwell

Use the tiny black car, the one that fits between the racing trucks, the speeding cars. The car is fast enough, but it is not a fast car.

The sun rises as a red ball over Landshut a picture in the rear view mirror.

The little engine roars and grumbles.

The sound of transport.

from home to work.

This is the last day of work for a few weeks.

A small matter of having a finger operated on.

leave the small black car between two others in the parking spot.

The same door to the same basement entrance as yesterday.

The same corridors.

The same stairs.

The same office, only it is overheated today.

The heating went on again, a cold spell.

Hang the coat into the wardrobe.

And sit there, feeling ill.

things are not as well as they should be.