(Kalte Steine unter nackten Füßen. Einüben von Selbstorganisation, die Ort und Zeit gerecht wird. Signalanalyse. Schweigen über der Mole, dünne Decken. Noch kein Schlaf.)

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

Another evening another night a lot of loose ends a lot of loose thoughts. Too fast still, despite all opposite ambitions. A fork in the code, a new structure and new fragility and the light outside is soft and soothing. Unsure whether to just fall asleep right now or wait until time is right for a chatter with the inhabitants of the endless nightsky. Be safe in your dreams everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #late evening #all these stories

Past 10pm. Half asleep, half following a documentary traversing, exploring Italy. Remembering own rituals, common places far south, decades of familiarity. And comparing this to centuries of sites left unused, abandoned, exposed to time, sun and dust. That feeling of being small, again. The stars with us. (Have a peaceful night wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #late evening

(Days, too, that are attached to one. Days that make letting go of more difficult than usual. Moonless nights spanning a sleepless backyard, here to a distant morning.)

#outerworld #sleepless #restless #late evening