3pm and on. Caught in between a rock, a hard place and technology. Specifically incrementing by two the count of hours wasted on quirks in a certain collaboration platform. Took stunned note of the surprised, confused administrators face, looking at the brief management dashboard and seeing to happen what shouldn't. Wrestling complexity with blunt tools. Who might eventually win?
3pm between houses and river. Afternoon got brighter, sun brought cold too. Watching one's steps through leaves and meadows, following up on conversations that seem to stand the passing of time. Some things never really change, and maybe in some situations that's a good thing.
3pm, slow motion. The day's lost most of its early warmth. Steps, sounds, moods change the very moment everything starts being covered in leaves. Almost like snow, but without the clean whiteness. Coffee and autumn bread, and pondering whether to get out again. Hours of retreat, in many ways.
5pm and slowly on. Watching, listening listening, learning to understand one's own limitations. A confusing, humbling experience people should go through way more often, to get a sense of individual realities and truths. There's beer and cake with it. An interesting combination but somehow it works out well. Meanwhile, clouds are closing in again. Hoping the next rain will pass by quietly. No wind in the trees today.
Durch den Nachmittag treiben weißgraue Wolken. Es ist wieder drückend und warm geworden zwischen engen Wänden. Überschrittene Zeitfenster, sich langsam auflösende Konzentration. Dazu permanente Zustandswechsel, in stumme Mikrophone sprechen, um nur wenig später versehentlich halb unterdrücktes Grummeln in die Welt zu schicken. Immer noch Störzeichen, Tasten klemmen, seltsame Dinge passieren. Unten kaufen Schulkinder auf dem Heimweg noch einmal Eis, so lang der Laden hinter der Ecke den Schritt in die Winterpause scheut. Nächster Takt, nächster Anruf, es passt noch so einiges an Themen in das heutige Hell.