Later the evening, earlier that night. Listening to outer noises inner voices and the frequencies in between concrete and clouds. Stories of plans and deviations. Some things always work better than others and some take longer and amidst this, time passes quickly. Inbound complaints on a sidetrack, known environments, unknown services discovered, no points of contacts and no clear paper trail. Surrounded by a fog of old information within an ever-flowing stream of news difficult to handle. Unsettled. Filing an issue, for better or worse, and making sure the right tabs are closed afterwards. Balconies, chandeliers, two bass guitars and a cigarette and this is how things move, consistent yet slow. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #the_sounds_of_early_nights

An unknown yet substantial amount of moments later, an unknown and possibly irrelevant amount of insights later, it's about to be night again. Resting on the floor, feeling like sleepwalking but without sleeping or walking and there's something confusing to that. Browsing the music library at hand, exploring the unknown and feeling content getting nowhere. There's no need for that right now, anyway. Sleep well everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_do_not_sleep_yet

Very much later: The roads in between, moving here to there and back, collecting moments in mind and soul and wondering whether there's a limit to daily cognitive capacities. Still a bit too fast, but closing in on rest in smaller circles. An image of trees in front of nightsky, bats more felt than seen, and the late day terrace life a little more quiet than the days before. A few chords, a tuneless song and night all over. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_are_we_are

Way later again and still the mental gears of the day are spinning. Algorithms revisited, scenarios penned down, a lot of edge cases most likely missed and gradually giving up on what filled the earlier hours. Sometimes things are about finding problems to match a certain solutions. We just don't know. (Slowing down, watching the windows out there go dim one by one, except for those known to stay up too long anyway. The darkness is soft and warm, hoping for sleep but dreams seem far. Have a decent night wherever you are.) #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #stories_of_sleepy_souls_and_restless_minds

(Und dann wieder eigenes Viertel, warmer Asphalt, kühler Wind, die Gewitterstimmung bleibt. Gegenüber sind alle Fenster und alle Balkontüren geöffnet, auf einem Tisch flackern Kerzen, unten vor dem Eckhaus steht die Gruppe aus der Wohngemeinschaft, in Shorts, Pantoffeln, Bademantel, das Bier ist eher Markenzeichen als qualitätsbewusste Wahl und die Rauchwaren funktionieren elektrisch, aber es ist Montag und man gibt dem Abend, was man hat.) #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations

Very much later, still kind of holding on to the day until the desire to have some rest gets too pressing. A wave of impressions slowly waning, the familiar city outside, everyone drifting through the night like on any other weekend and as most of the time there's something utterly soothing about this observation. Dimming the light. Leaving a sigh to flee with the breeze. And retreating. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.  #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_are_we_are

With the passing day, streets turn more quiet again. In some places, music is waving out of bars and pubs, a young unknown vocalist trying to make his way through a repertoire he's not yet up to. Golden lights in a few trees on the hills, leaving the eye totally mistake the season. Early that month. Nights are still cold. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.  #outerworld #travel #escapism #where_we_are_we_are #evening_deviations

Quietness, for now. Late light. Edge of dusk, edge of day, in between and stirred up, like dust moved by a strong breeze. Resting on the floor again, stretching and repositioning to be as close and connected as possible. Feeling earth below, sky above, head slightly spinning. Eyes closed, reaching for the details felt in the closer vicinity. This is where we're worries and overthinking and hopes and dreams and all of that entwined. This is where we are, this is where we are we, maybe. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_do_not_sleep

Once more, watching this day slow down, calm down. Late blue hour, light and mood. A crowd of passengers waiting for a late bus, tips of cigarettes glowing in no particular order, evening playing around the facets of their faces. A cab stopping by, picking up two persons and some large suitcases, moving on again. Tension: Looking past the border of night and morning, mostly prepared, slightly uncertain. Stories of imposters and the room they claim, in particular moods of early night. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #slowdown

Late evening chores: Closing what work left open, in a rush. Committing open changes, in code and everywhere else. Comparing different versions of realities but feeling too tired to draw conclusions so it's all about a report to trickle down onto tomorrow. Slow steps, fast thoughts, clustering issues and topics and lacking a clear separation in between. The world outside is silent; a soothing experience even though making some other noise more prominent. Day settles. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_do_not_sleep_yet