10pm and on. The sleepiness of body and soul. Processing loop suspended for a moment, inputs collected yet unaddressed. Just noticing, not responding that much anymore. Sober and dizzy, watching invisible clouds veil any star that would be willing to dare and take its way onto these skies. Listening to the collective breath of those out there too tired to wake yet unwilling to already sleep, to let go of now. A shapeless songline. Have a quiet night wherever you are.
Heralds. The discovery of old realms, and the mood of late cities.
https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/heralds
Selbe Küche, andere Dämmerung. Sauerteig, Kräutertee und der Duft kochender Kartoffeln. Ein später Vogel, eine fremde Katze im Hof. Keine passende Musik, aber damit kommt der Moment klar. Wieder überspannt, zu schnell und zwischen zu vielen Gedanken und Geschichten und trotzdem mit dem Abend versöhnt unter Pastellhimmeln.
Places to rest places to soar and the sun in afternoons.
📷 urban-escapism
Closing in on 4pm. A thin layer of what seem compact clouds, and a soothing blue sky above. That kind of light again that makes old facades feel even older, more venerable, more respectful. Long-running phone calls next door, a printer leaving a paper trail, and a train hissing by on its lane. Ephemeral images of a fast-paced afternoon.