Returning. Focus on the distance ahead, yet distracted by piling input still unprocessed. Houses. Communities. Empty seats. Other memories by far going beyond all photographic evidence. Time, amorphous and transient. And a moon above the meadows.
Closing in on 8pm. Kind of arrived, after all. The challenges of finding food in a city not that much built for travellers anymore. Worked out, eventually. Now, watching the water flow with the river, from the once-close summits to the still invisible sea. A scenery of confined silence in a somewhat loud world. And a hazy moon above the fields.
(Andere Städte erlaufen, ohne sie zu verstehen. Zwischen Geschichte wuchert fantasieloser Beton, der auch seine besten Tage schon gesehen hat. Eine lange Straße, gelb belaubte Bäume, dahinter die Gleise und der Park. Ein Drink am Springbrunnen. Unwissend, wie weit man sich auf Zwischenstationen einlassen will. Im Transit.)
Close to 4pm. Mode switched. Rear view mirror slowly waving goodbye the city skyline, the familiar faces of buildings and all the green along the river. Not yet riding the afternoon wave, yet slowly feeling traffic getting more dense. More autumn in the hills, more earth-tone colours spreading across the trees still bearing the dresses of summer. A few drops of rain. Passing on.
4pm and on the road. Again. Autumn light, summer heat and dust on the windscreen. City trains leaving for the suburbs, crowded with tired faces and heavy bags, a bicycle somewhere in between. Longform movies forced into a few seconds of black and white footage. Few frames to really remember, but an odd mood emanating from these.