Monday 7th August

Now wait a minute. I’m all over it. I step out of the hideous gold elevator to see an ordinary looking man only coming home at 7:30pm with a simple black brief case and six red apples in a plastic bag, I don’t know why I specifically noticed the apples, attention to detail, a female characteristic. It was in the beginning, of a story, that the apple was their down fall. What are my vices, as Norbert. Is it that we grow from learning, or learn from our growth? I hear wishing in my ear above the classic music that makes me believe that this is something important, that something important is flowing or following from the music into my head onto my finger tips, that are trying to move swiftly around the key pad. The river outside my temporary home moves only for the huge barges that bring the coal to the land, the water is brown by day, but the lights of the near by tower block have turned the water red when the sky is black. This country is red, red behind expressionless faces with beautiful jet back hair. I already know I’m not that clever, but it’s better to know, then be in the dark, and know ‘that look’ on others faces. I think of our first Birthday, in a happily darkened room. A large round cake enters, as if hovering. It’ll have thick white icing and Smarties with a single candle representing all that we’ve accomplished in our first year... so much to look forward too.