No sun, no sunset. Dogs near the river. House sized advertisements. An old distinguished couple in Sunday clothes on an afternoon walk. And tourists finding their way in and out of the city. Entrance rituals. Cold hands cold ears, slightly dehydrated and slightly off sync with everything.
(Sometimes, task juggling helps staying awake. Sometimes, task juggling and context switching adds to feeling tired and overwhelmed. Sometimes, there's way more input than one feels up to consume in generally tense days. How to stay calm for those that might need it when being stirred and torn oneself?)
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.