4pm and on again. Switching facets of oneself, reloading that other part that relates to different daily aspects. Heading for the city, crossing bridges and the river, passing other places. New green new bloom and some hidden mud and dust in between. Skies too bright, traffic too loud. The afternoon is not waiting for anyone to catch up.
Vorabendlicht im Wartemodus. Manchmal ist man langsamer unterwegs, als man es gern wäre. Und manchmal verharrt man freiwillig reglos und erfühlt den Frühling in all seinen Wirklichkeiten.
📷 lost-in-moments
Later. Tables set, dishes cleaned. Warm light, hazy sun. No voices for now. Grooming playlists and wondering how far to go. Too: The odd feeling of sounds floating right through ones soul, and the inability to share that intense enthusiasm. Universes, confined.
https://vyva-melinkolyaky.bandcamp.com/album/unbecoming-2
(Wieder hinter eigenen Türen. Noch nicht fertig damit, den Samstag in Form zu bürsten. Irgendwo draußen schlagen Trommeln, blaugraues Wetter drückt vom Stadtzentrum her in die äußeren Bereiche. Niemand am Eisladen, dafür Einkaufsbewegungen zwischen Fassaden und Autos. Große Beutel, schwere Schritte. Wochenende ist erst, wenn man kann und darf.)
4pm and on. Heavy traffic, a helicopter hovering the city, and the construction site nearby apparently entering a new, noisy phase of progress. Yet, giving up on headphones because for a moment they feel way too heavy and constraining and uncomfortable. Picking a few random pieces from the box, to assess and maybe assemble these still by today. Afternoon heat rendering most efforts of achieving something rather futile.