10pm and on again. A deep breath a deep sigh and quietly noticing moon's still above the roofs, on her solitary path, slow and distanced. Opening windows out of an impulse. Immediately feeling a push of cold air, the scent of winter, of frost and snow and coal fires like in these years that still bear childhood memories. Trying to stay clear of sinking into past depths, flirting with the stars instead. No answers, either. But at least a random twinkle, then and now, and maybe that's about as good as it gets. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
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Much later. Night as a fluid state. Blurry houses villages factories infrastructure out there seemingly levitating in empty air. A plane heading north, arrivals late that day. Long-winding exit road, slowly returning into more densely populated neighbourhoods. And city, all of a sudden. A tram crossing, cars in rear view mirrors, red lights. Vague reflections. The possibility of ghosts. 
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Wieder hinter der Mittagsstunde. Welke Tulpen im Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens, und zu viel von jenen Besuchern, die schreiende Zeitungen mit schreienden Schlagzeilen auf das Band und in den Wagen legen. Gefangen irgendwo zwischen angewidert und resigniert. Aber zumindest der Marktschreier, der in den Lautsprechern wohnt und die Montagsangebote vorliest, hat SpaĂ an den Dingen. Ferner: Geschichten von Nadeln im riesigen Heuhaufen. Aber der ist verstreut quer durch die metaphorische Scheune. Vorhersagbar nicht erwartungskonformes Verhalten, der Rest liegt noch auĂerhalb der Erklärung. Dazu Baustellenlärm. Und bislang noch kein Kuchen.
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Unterbrochene Träume, auch: Ratlos, wieviel Zeit vergangen ist. Oder wo die Tage, die Zustände, die GefĂźhle und Wirklichkeiten aneinander stoĂen. Ruhe auf den Balkonen, kalt glänzende Dächer. Selbstgespräche mit Mond.
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Finally: Summing up. Filing a bunch of notes collected along a rather short part of the path. Cleaning workspaces, closing connections, leaving even a digital environment behind in a way to be as little disturbing as possible when touching things again. Across the street, TV screens still pour illusions and nightmares into these small confined spaces of city appartments. Past 10pm. A laptop being closed. A bottle of red wine being carefully shelved. Still, a flickering candle. And not much more left for now to handle. Have a slow night wherever you are.
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