4pm and on. One more context switch. Floating priorities, the pitfalls of technology and communication in all its daunting facets and the grey weather and all the mood shifting in between. Trembling, cold with lack of motion, lack of fresh air as week moves on. A sigh, another coffee. A gaze into wide skies.
(The whitepaper insists on the fact that a particular component of the software is about to "open itself" whenever needed and somehow this wording feels more than just a little bit intimidating. Even though the model doesn't really object. Thin lines between artificial intelligence and artificial gut feeling.)
4pm. Old dark, new dark and summing up the day. No real takeaway so far, but there are still hours left. Sometimes it's just about changing locations and states of mind. Maybe.
4pm. Shelved sessions, logged off. Still not good at cultivating a continuity mode where everything of relevance is just filed to be forgotten until weekend's over. Switching context, nevertheless. Moving forth, outbound. The city is all hustle and warm light.
(Manchmal benötigt Küche Zeit und Wein, manchmal Pragmatismus. Manchmal sind es alle Gewürze, die der Vorrat zu bieten vermag. Und manchmal tun es Pfeffer und Salz. Lärm von der Baustelle verebbt. Pastellstunde über matten Schindeln.)