(Managed to reconnect to the day and evening after all. Aware of the odds and ends to follow the dawn of a new week. Yoga postures, a rough short exercise, as good as the tense body is able to. And then succumbing to silence. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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10pm and on, other neighbourhoods other kinds of late silence. Brighter clouds, darker backyards, cautiously stepping forth, feeling actual and resolved tensions in parts of ones own mechanisms unknown to conscious perception before. Still there's that familiar kind of continuing noise but behind a slightly different, centered state of self. Exhausted, in a physical way. And just tremendously tired. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Später Exkurs in die Samstagsstadt: Wenn öffentliche Elektronik neu startet, schimmert digitale Infrastruktur durch, sichtbar für neugierige ebenso wie besorgte Blicke. Noch einige wenige Kunden im Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens, das Personal hat selbst gut gefüllte Warenkörbe, die Dienstverweigerung der Selbstzahlerterminals nimmt man gar nicht mehr wahr. Notwendigkeiten und anderes, schneller Weg entlang am Band. Und zurück ins Betondunkel.

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Later: Reclining. Refraction of harbour lights in myriads of raindrops. The corresponding sounds muffled by a singing wind. Moving pictures, stories retold, an overlay of context, experience, decades. Slightly tired. And a bit uncomfortable with it. As always. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the baltic self #travel #escapism #evening deviations

Another evening near the port, another evening staring out across the thick layer of ice and the very different mood of light it carries. A police car parking near the quay. A group of young tourists laughing on the pedestrian bridge. The restaurant is closed, chairs resting on tables, dimly lit by red bulbs. Hibernation in everything, and a bit of that kind of detachment to be here for, at this time of year. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Far after dusk: The outer silence and the inner sounds. Stories of tensions and hard shells and the worlds sealed within. Friday evening city readying for weekend, a few tables in solemn decoration, a few guests a few unseen pedestrians and a late bus, empty. A door unlocked, below. And a dream at arms length, still about to find its colours. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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Later again, tired again or still and wondering whether some fog remained out there. An intense perception for the river the meadows the trees and bushes and those still on their way with the fading day. Skipping through tracks, hard to find resonance. Doors of a car falling shut, a loud noise echoing in the mostly silent street. Phone calls nearby, the pub in green light, shadows on the sidewalk and tempted to share a drink from a distance. Flipping through some pages instead. The need for rest the waking new dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Heißer Tee, heiße Suppe, Installationsroutinen, ein gelegentlicher Anflug von Unzufriedenheiten. Daneben Kerze, Tulpe und ein dunkles Fenster zu einer dunklen Stadt. Montagsgeschichten. Viele Fußnoten, keine Pointe.

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Andere Orte, staubige Büros, Stammdaten und Entwicklungen vieler Jahrzehnte in Stapeln von geheftetem Papier. Unterschriften, Nachnamen. Fremde bekannte Orte. Die Fantasie schreibt ihre Geschichten irgendwo auf die Seitenränder.

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