the pigeon’s cüüüs curdle in my ear
their wings flap the warm, too warm, musty-aroma of the space in my direction
and it fills my mouth
on a bench and conduct a little audit of the space’s usages
MAN SORTS ‘VIDEO CARDS’ (looks like football or pokemon cards but he tells me when i ask that they are, ‘video cards’)
MAN WATCHES VIDEO ON SMARTPHONE, HEADPHONES IN, KNEES SPREAD, PHONE BETWEEN KNEES, HUNCHED IN (but not quite falling in) WITH INTENT
MAN EATS SANDWICH THEN SITS FOR HOURS IN WHAT COULD BE DESCRIBED AS CONTEMPLATION: HIS EYES WASH OVER THE BUILDINGS, THE LINES, CURVATURES OF THE BUILDING.
DOES HE TAKE PLEASURE FROM THIS?
Throughout the day i love to spot micro twinning efforts in and around the square-not-square:
A perfectly placed farm foods, in sight from the square, waves the german flag in red-yellow-black,
thank you very much
an ornate doomed corner building over looking the square takes me to Bavaria. Munich perhaps.
The arriva bus company’s internet, DB sponsored (the one perhaps deliberate effort in my noticings, a corporate result of the twinning town initiative), that doesn’t let me connect as the bus moves ON
The B1 bus stop sign that looks uncannily like the U5 line
Berlin, not Osnabrück, but I’ll take it.
Ryan joins in my game when we buy our picnic later in the day from germany’s finest, ALDI
I take pleasure in seeing my precious german language immortalised in the public realm,
when we are normally so good in this country at erasing all other languages…
I say them out loud
I add the article DIE STATD,
I say DIE STÄTDE the plural form,
which feels so good to sound out
(dee ssshtat, dee sshtet-er)