Schon etwas weiter, die Gassen schlafen noch mit den Lichterketten voranschreitender Monate in den Haaren. Eine Taube sucht Körner unter Liegestühlen und Sonnenschirmen, die für die Ferne, den Strand und Industriegetränke werben. Tiefe Schatten hinter Baucontainern, Blüten, Stacheln, Passanten stolpern von Bahnsteig zu Haltestelle. Güterzug rumpelt über das Gleisdreieck westwärts. Noch nicht wach, noch nicht angekommen.
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A lot later. Writing ahead for quite a while before noticing the keys pressed do not make it to any receiver, essentially being texting into the void. Clear sky at what's left of the day. A weird mood in between tense and relaxed. And a sax playing somewhere on a balcony. Too shy too quiet to just join in. A flickering candle. And a whole crew of dancing shadows. Half awake half asleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.
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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.
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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.)
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