Hours later again, gazing into wild clouds. Not sure whether there's a storm taking shape or just a dense dream of another day to cease. The pub is closed, people are resorting to drinking near the crossroads, arguing with each other and the electric scooters and lighting a cigarette, then and now. Late bus, a cab entering the street in slow-motion, a bunch of people in dark clothes hurrying their luggage in and within a wink of an eye they're off and outbound. Browsing old pictures. A random sigh. And a lot of different textures of silence. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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Relogin, later again. The calming sensation of being surrounded by the own neighbourhood again, of feeling the warmth from its old stones, breathing its scent, perceiving its light behind still-stained windows. Late bus, almost empty. Two electric scooters behind the stop, green lights flashing and it's not possible to break into their conversation. A new neighbour on the balcony, short pants, heavy tattoos and a bottle of thin beer which seems an odd contrast to the rest of his appearance. Staring into distance, mind chasing clouds and stars and, as ever, waiting for some dreams to sink into. Have a soft evening wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that evening #the slow stories and the calm colours

Und dann doch nochmal Kontakt mit der Außenwelt. Ein Tag ohne Bilder, weil man nicht für Fotos innehalten mag und der eigene Speicher nicht aufnahmebereit ist. Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens, die Kälte der Flure, beiläufige Begegnungen, aber niemand hat Gedanken oder Gespräche und so gibt man sein Geld ab, packt die Taschen und sinkt wieder in den Beginn des Abends. Wie in ein dichtes Daunenbett mitten im Sommer.

#outerworld #concrete city #summer moves on #later that evening #sdgm

Different evening, wrestling different tasks, pushing forth a backlog of things asking for attention, more or less pressing. Down on the streets, a trailer is being unloaded. Suitcases, backpacks, a box of toys. Conversations next to the main door. Returning, always a bit calmer and more quiet than starting out on an adventure yet to be seen. (A small candle and an incense, the proximity of kind, featherweight ghosts, and a thinking in chords even lacking inspiration to play any of them. Be well on your way into your night everyone, wherever you are.)

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The evening, earlier late hours and an attempt to counter some common issues. Making room for the unplanned, the unproductive, time without the need of an explicit purpose. Still, a task surprisingly hard to handle. Twilight in between the houses. People meeting in the pub, strong bass lines and some voices pushing out of the open door and floating through damp air before dissolving in echoes and darkness. A TV set flooding rooms across the street with artificial images. Silhouettes of people, motionless, quiet chairs. Seasonless mood, grateful for the rain but missing the warm nights. Have a soft evening everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that evening #summer moves on

Close to 10pm again. Thoughts in free flow. Feeling limited and small. Looking back at hours, days, surrounded by cities, walls, churches measuring time in decades, centuries. A crowd of those still young finding their ways into the night, riding motorcycles and steering cars that have travelled all of the country and back. A moth circling the streetlight, fireworks in the distance, and the presence of the soothing waves. Calm moments, another story and no moon. Buonanotte everyone wherever you are.

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Abendrituale, auch: Wäschekeller. Einzählen der Maschine mit den Fingern, immer verschämt und darauf hoffend, zufälliger Beobachtung zu entgehen. Entlang der Höfe auf den Balkonen wird gegessen und getrunken, Menschen diskutieren über Grundeinkommen und künstliche Intelligenz und es sind jene Situationen, in denen man zusieht, Abstand zu gewinnen. Getrieben, nervös, verspannt. Und gedanklich immer noch Stunden zurück.

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Very much later again. Moths dancing around the small lantern. Backdoor near the creek, attentive and waiting for any movements and noises but inhabitants of these hours are good at keeping unseen, unheard, unnoticed. This day started passed ended a bit more silent than others. Week seems far, as does the city. Weary mind, troubled thoughts. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Am Fenster. Angeheitert und leicht, müde und schwer. Kerze zittert in ungesehenem Hauch. Gegenüber schließt man Vorhänge und lässt die Lampen zur Ruhe kommen. Glimmende Zigaretten kurz über dem Bordstein, manchmal ist es genug, stumm miteinander zu rauchen oder zu trinken. Der Bus fährt vorüber, ohne anzuhalten.

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Closing in on 6pm. Out there at last. Crowded city empty sidewalks and everything submitting to dense cold rain. Wind getting stronger, shaking thin hair. A red Christmas star shimmering on wet stones. Slightly worn down yet still bright

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