a cat's life

She was wearing a pair of slippers that had seen better days, thick woollen socks, a flowery dress and an anorak which would have preferred rain. He was out with worn trainers, exhausted jeans, an Aran sweater and a woollen hat to warm his thoughts. Both had wild grey hair which hadn't seen shampoo or a comb in months. Neither of them was happy with what the other was saying and both were hollering discontentment to whoever cared to listen. Their point of discord could have been the overweight cat that was attached to the end of a lead she was holding. The cat was making it crystal clear that it did not want to walk by letting itself be dragged along the pavement by the skin of its behind.

unknown to them (I)

Every morning, there are about fifty business men sitting in the same train wagon as I am. That's twice the amount of testicles. And each testicle is busily producing millions of little sperm.

thought

There are never so many women sitting in the same train wagon because most of them are coping with what these little sperm can do.

unknown to them (II)

The women in the train wagon are attached to ovaries full of eggs eager to break away and meet a fellow sperm. At any point in time, many eggs haven't made it to the gates. Some are halfway down the phallopian tube. Some have met their match. And the great majority have met nothing at all.

the dream

She was talking to him through a silver-plated fountain pen. Someone appeared. She threw the pen away and began to growl and grunt, with her eyes set on the approaching figure and her trunk sweeping the ground in a rhythmical sway.

It was her mother.

a bright future

Little girls and little boys moulded by cold grey hands into cold grey sheep.

He could do it blindfolded

His fingers tango across the keyboard, beating out the rhythm with a confident click of the keys. They know every move by heart. They've been tapping the same song for so long now. And when they have finished feeding data into the system, he beats the 'enter' button with an assertive flick of the thumb and lets his arm float gracefully into the air before he begins another cycle.