Weiterziehen. Eine Welt ohne wahrnehmbare Form. Draußen. Abstrakte Muster am Straßenrand, die eigenen Scheinwerfer zeichnen Unwirkliches in die kaum greifbare Leere dahinter. Sterne, Konstellationen, Musik, die der Dunkelheit des Moments ihre stille Würde lässt. Die Stadt voraus, die Hügel weit hinter sich. Seine inneren Stimmen hören, dort im ortlosen Nirgendwo.
4pm and on. Outbound again. Watching the city blur behind. Queueing, dequeueing, moving left and right and trying to find deviations that actually lead somewhere. With autumn moving forth, hills and forests slowly agree on giving up colours for just different densities of grey. Some wind engaged in an odd dance with a few last leaves and old newspapers dropped from some car. People walking a dog on a parking area. Truck drivers refueling, grumpily chatting, searching places to rest. Friday and still not weekend yet.
In between. Repetition to turn events into routine. Brief rest from rest. A sip of water and a peek around the twilight, inside, outside. Forehead on windowpane. Feeling the cold out there. A plethora of reasons for trembling.