Way beyond dusk again. Somehow beyond tired, again or still, even though not in a bad way. Another brief glimpse at the ongoing night and the spots of light of backyards and streets. A deep breath in icy wind, and a short focus on ones own center before letting thoughts drift off for a while. All the stories, all the dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #close to sleep

Very much later, same as tired. Slightly different rituals, similar flows, texts and snippets and thoughts and a pile of unrelated pictures merging into one. This part of the city in an odd state, somewhere in between early week business and early year laziness, nightlights behind most windows and ornaments still swinging on the balconies. A food messenger, a late bus, a few lonely smartphones leading their owners through the current dark. Slowing down. Settling. Breathing. Many poor tools to tackle the inner noise. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of sleepy souls and restless minds

Nachmittagsschlaf. Vorabendwach. Im Treppenhaus lachen die Kinder. Irgendwo spricht eine Nachrichtenstimme Nachrichten zwischen dem Weiten und dem Nahen. Spätweihnachtslichter und Werbung in den eigenen Postfächern. Signal und Rauschen.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #sunday afternoon

Day fading. Frost remained, darkness and fog keeping the hills covered, hiding the stars and muffling most sounds. Breathing the cold, these few moments in the opened backdoor a strange habit that becomes more challenging in certain weather conditions. Here again, distant cities, im between both days and years. Stories of tenses, past and future, and various kinds of dreams. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #later that day

Nachmittagsmüdigkeit und Kommunikationsbrüche und unklare Verantwortlichkeiten und widersprüchliche Prioritäten und irgendwie kurz vor der Dämmerung doch noch etwas Sonne, genug, um die Wolken des westlichen Himmels in Pastelltöne zu kleiden, bevor das Firmament wieder dunkler wird. Große Transfers, Fernverkehrsleitungen, kalter Kaffee, kalte Hände und selbst der kurze bisherige Winter scheint sich schon in den Mauern festgesetzt zu haben. Schon wieder 4, unsicher, wo der Dienstag blieb.

#outerworld #home office hours #where we do what we do #later that day #concrete city

Closing in on 4pm and running out of ideas. The joys of parallel processing, the issues of synchronizing whatever outcome it might come up with, and the compensation of all those effects that are very much unintended. Maybe it takes a few steps back to see the bigger map. Maybe not.

#outerworld #home office hours #later that day #coffee and everything else

Disconnected systems, engines running idle, waiting to be in sync again. Complexities, dependencies, outages and side effects. 3pm and on. Taking notes, stepping back, letting things settle. And watching afternoon float on.

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Indecisive weather, wet sidewalks and navigating through crowds one doesn't feel like meeting now. A different supermarket, a cart full of empty bottles, dusty and dirty with the remains of another long summer. 3pm and on: Cleaned up. Harvested brussels sprouts. Feeling content and grateful with the late weeks of the year.

#outerworld #urban gardening #later that day #escapism #autumn in moments

Wasser in den Haaren, auf der Haut. Kunstregen, zu heiß, zu kalt, zu nass und unerwartet störend. Mehrere schwer beschriebene Momente verstreichen, bis vorsichtige Entspannung einsetzt. Watte zwischen Sinnen und Umwelt. Immer noch Navigation entlang des Planes. Das Viertel hinter den Wänden schweigt.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #slowing down

A lot later. Sunday evening mood, with a new week knocking already. Random visuals random sounds. Vapour music. The neighbours still having dinner and apparently have been so for hours, with the candles almost burnt down now. No wind even with windows opened wide. Night is hesitant today and so are dreams, it seems. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day