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Strasbourg - Munich
13 October 2003
One pig met a man with bricks
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an exceptionally clear day with the curtains moving languidly
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Arrived at Munich in very good time. The train was fast and comfortable.
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The curtains in the room in Strasbourg were yellow and blue striped that were vertical
the blue stripes being thinner than the yellow with once in a while a wider than ever yellow stripe.
The fabric was a rich heavy silk.
Here in Munich the room is mainly green, but there is a wall of window with a balcony. The window is covered with a translucent fabric which lets in light. The fabric doesn't touch the floor quite, and has a handsome blue ribbon bordering about eight inches from the bottom of the curtain, which moves languidly when the door of the balcony is ajar.
Here in Munich we sleep under a feather comforter. It doesn't tuck in under the mattress, but is its one shape and one sleeps under it. The bottom sheets here are not fitted.
I have been in Germany before, and it is familiar enough to notice that it takes a lot of talk before there is a laugh.
Once upon a hill we sat beneath a cherry tree.
It's according to the assignment. Make yourself an assignment and you will know where you are.
Think of something that you can't help but think of. Let it be a complete thought, don't neglect it, don't force it, and it will go away just like it came.
When is a key upside down? There are keys that have the same pattern on each of their edges but I am describing a key that is flat on one edge and key-textured on the other. When this type of key meets with the lock for the first time, there is always a chance finding which side is to enter the lock to work the lock.
The key I have has a thin red cord that has been used so many times that it has been overly knotted. Upon sorting which way I should use the key, dangling it by the cord, it breaks. Because it has an independent paper label, I cannot easily get it back to the way it was. I tie yet another knot, fit it back to be the way it was when it was handed me.
The slick edge is the upper side of the key when inserted into the lock. The lock turns counter-clockwise. The lock was on the lock. Now the lock is unlocked.
I open the wooden door. It pushes inward and hits the wall of the narrow hallway. The hallway is poorly lit and has a wooden unpainted floor with its boards going the long way.
At last, in my life, I have experience enough not to walk along these boards without pausing. I have never been here before, don't know where I am, and can choose not to continue. I could close the door. I know how to lock it. I could return the key.
Standing here for awhile, forcing myself to calm down, trying to make this all into a fiction where I am not responsible -- losing the scene and convincing myself I am somewhere else. Just like I do when I am waiting in a doctor's office, having arrived too early and there are no magazines and I have forgotten my pen so I can't doodle on the old printed matter that is available. It's now I must practice waiting. I am practicing waiting. Whatever is about to happen is not as important as now.
I should worry like a tree.
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