Nothing to say...
Dragging my feet through the humid air...
Cigarettes & caffeine...
'Dear Meadow Shuffle' by Badalamenti...
Sip water - & ?
..off he went on an improvisational skit about nothing in particular, starting with nothing and yet as the words piled up finishing with something because that's the result of typing, not thinking, just typing, even - he was waiting for something last night - Godot? God? & a god did visit him in the form of James Brown, merely a dead black musician, yet as the music filled the room he felt what amounted to a religious experience (in his atheistic world) -
(pause)
(click)
'media changing'
'The Delian Mode', Delia Derbyshire...
...he pondered the fact that lots of men drank beer at breakfast time in Austria - it didn't seem a bad way to start the day, but surely they didn't do it at home? Before work?
They smoked in bars and restaurants in Austria too - how liberal it seemed compared to the UK's prohibition on nicotine indulgence in such places - & the smell of a smoky bar was nostalgic, reminding him of so many nights in bars and clubs before the ban...
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