10pm and on and out. The day a collection of images loosely knit together, with some papers peeking out here and there, revealing poor handwriting and sketches all trying and failing to capture the mood of what was left vague. This hour where task lists smile and sigh and quietly head forth into another morning. Watching neighbours return home, watching shadows calmly move behind steamy windows, in small kitchens on small stoves. Eclectic music, caught in bass lines and still unable to sing along. Ideas of falling asleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.  

Strangely bright clouds in a night sky.

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Past 10am. The day refuses to give in to light. Clouds embracing the trees and building on the hill. Colour of sky echoing colour of the streets and the facades and most of the expressions seen on the faces of people to run into. The different stages of spring, and the different concerning kinds of reality to be found just a bit from home and all that's familiar.

(Alte oder neue Tropfen auf den Schlafzimmerfenstern. Im Hof fauchen Tiere, Lampen flackern erschrocken, die Schatten tanzen wieder. Begonnene, zerrissene Stille an Wahrnehmungsrändern.)

Lichter spielen an der Schlafzimmerdecke. Schatten von Fensterkreuzen

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Far off, 10pm and slightly dizzy. Ready to let go of the day, cautiously peeking across the lines of dawn and morning, in between expectation and vague anxieties. Across the street, evening is still in full swing which means a table with candles and people nearby, a dimly lit desk with a pile of books, a bright huge TV featuring fast cuts through fictional worlds. Orion above the roofs, scent of humid soil and moist grass waving through air like a soft, dense veil. Trying to slow down, not sure about to expect any dreams. Have a calm night wherever you are. Blurry night lights.

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Vorankommen, auf Schleichwegen. Immer wieder die großen Trassen meidend, den dichten frühen Verkehr, den Lärm und den ganzen Frust, der scheinbar als beständiger Frühaufsteher lebt. Beton, Bahngleise, Dämmerung und Wolken. Und einige Tropfen auf den wenigen Blättern, dort, wo die Garagen enden und eine Schneise von Innenstadtwildnis beginnt.

Stromlinien, Eisenbahnschienen, ein Fussgaengertunnel, graffitiverziert. Dahinter Autos im Morgenstau.

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