9am almost, and the sun lazy in a sea of blue. The sound of a village in its usually weekend flow. Bees in the meadows. And a theater of shadows performing arcane plays. Just a spectator again.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #always in between

Sufficiently later, an attempt to reduce speed in a gentle manner. That light again, but on a quiet sky spanning above the hills. Chatter and music nearby, as the weeks of summer festivities seem to have started. Focusing on the small details in between instead, trying to listen down into the realm of ants and mouses and hiding from mosquitos while slowly being surrounded by cool darkness. In between worlds once more. Pondering belonging, once more. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.

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After dusk, after hours. The songs of the crows disappeared in unknown distances. Same as the wind. Quiet shadows of trees between houses and streets and the river and its meadows. Neighbours engaged in conversations on the balcony, an indifferent dog sleeping under that small table, candle flickering as if it was to prevent dark fully on its own. Striving to remember how the morning started but not getting hold of these thoughts anymore. Maybe there's goodness in this kind of forgetting, too. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #always in between

Hours later and still not completely sure of the day. A wall of books, an endless sky, the sound of a bus and doors opening, closing, without getting people anywhere. Bats on erratic, random routes. A few birds. A phone ringing for way too many times. E-mail notifications, appointments set appointments missed and a long weekend fades into past. Turning the page again, but devoid of real poetry today. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Böen über dem Dach, grauer Morgen. Zu früh erwacht, gefühlt verschlafen, den Ort lang nicht wiedererkannt und jetzt taumelnd zwischen Restmüdigkeit, Unruhe und Gedanken an hoffnungslose Dörfer, kleine Familien, große Häuser und das Leben nah bei diesen Seen. Verhandlungen mit sich selbst. Noch kein Kaffee, noch kein sehr ausgeprägter Wunsch, schon wieder wach zu sein. Habt es mild heute.

#outerworld #travel #always in between #other village other plains

Früher Nachmittag und immer noch viel unter Wolken. Indifferentes Wetter, Indifferentes Licht. (Ankommen, Weiterziehen. In Bewegung verharrend. Die eigene Straße ist leer.)

#outerworld #travel #always in between

The evening, kitchen edition. There's a similarity between beer and bread and somehow a strange nostalgia in both that predates industrial centuries and makes one ponder alternative styles of living and false perspectives on old crafts that work way different in these ages. (A day ending in thoughts same as pointless as the ones it used to start in. Meanwhile, city's about to get ready for this night and everything it might offer and in few cases this seems about anything but sleep. Be safe wherever you are and whatever you're into, heading for the new morning.)

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Stop and go, in a mental way. Restlessness on too many levels, batteries discharging faster than usual. An odd state of exhaustion. Somewhat beyond a mere lack of sleep.

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Merklich später, scheinbar, aber ohne Zeitgefühl, in Geschichten von Sonntagabenden und Vorsätzen und Stimmungslagen und normaler Unruhe. Gewitter scheinen immer noch die Stadt zu umkreisen, ferner, näher, und die Abstände zwischen den Bussen, die hinter der Kreuzung bremsen und wieder anfahren, werden langsam wieder größer. Darüber hinaus hüllt sich die Straße in Schweigen, nur gelegentlich quietscht eine Tür, schreiten Füße über die alten Steine. Krähenkonversation mit den Wolken. Bass aus der Kneipe. Wieder zurück, aber noch nicht ganz. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Die drückende Hitze und die Traurigkeit der Schottergärten. Außenstadtleben am Nachmittag. Emotionales Pendeln zwischen DJ-Sets, lauten Gitarren, Klavier und amorpher Stille. Unergründlich tiefe Vergangenheit in allem davon. Sinnieren über Reisen, Nachbarschaften, die Zufälligkeiten von Gemeinschaft und die Hürden selbstverständlicher Technologie. Linien um sich selbst ziehen, anfänglich scharf und klar und irgendwann zunehmend nachlässig, erratisch. Und der Versuch der Beurteilung, was innerhalb liegt und was nicht. Auch heute: Keine befriedigende Einsicht.

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