no talk

There is nobody awake but the cat, the cat that wants.

Wants attention.

Wants food.

Give the furry animal what it desires.

And make a cup of coffee.

Put on yesterdays clothing, what the hell.

Pat the cat on the head.

Make a second cup.

It is early, it is earlier than six in the morning.

And then decide to move, walk through the town to where the small black car is left on the sidewalk,

put the key into the keyhole between the seats and start the engine.

Rumble over the cobbles, and pass through the tunnel under the castle. The tunnel is one and a half kilometres long.

And at work, leave the car under the usual tree, check in.

And untill now, speak to nobody.

It is ten thirty.

There is no vow of silence, there is nobody to talk too.

Work is just boring.

Make up some maps on the computer, so that strangers may find their way through the campus.

Without asking anybody.