Moving on in between. The odd insight of certain music triggering other perceptions, like for different scents: The waking concrete of the city. Early traffic. The vanilla flavoured cigarette of another office dweller, reminding even more of earlier jobs, earlier colleagues before ways parted. The small kitchen, an open dishwasher, a fridge filled to the gills. Garlic, damp cold, old heat. One cautious step back. Eyes closed. Breathing near that window. Conversations with a waning moon.
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Nachbarschaftsprotokolle: Türen, die geöffnet oder geschlossen werden, sobald Schritte durch das Treppenhaus wandern. Abendmusik in Dur, dazu laute Weisungen und uninteressiertes Kichern. Überforderungsgrenzen hinter Balkonen und Terrassen. Stimmung und Licht: Eher trüb.
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Returning, slow enough, always a bit too fast still. Thin clouds and dry fields. Mind a bit off. Thoughts both outside and inside.
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7am and on, home office to kitchen and back. Watching the path of the rising sun, the early warmth on dried herbs, the remainders of water to evaporate from the windowsill. Dissolving fog, incoming audio calls, still a bit unsettled by people resorting to synchronous phone lines as first means of communication. Working mode reached. Somehow.
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Close to 8am and logging in to the machines. Still human. Still not completely awake. Exercising voice and awareness. Trying to find into the right flow while sun slowly rises.
📷 lost-in-moments