10pm and on. Starting that process once again, facing the late hours again and still not having given up trying. Also, wrestling various unpleasant habits, the feeling of guilt for falling prey to them again and again, and for the weakness to not let go of them once and for alll. Window opened wide, head in the sound of late city traffic and music from the pub and the last commuters returning home, slow, tired. The light in everything, the dark in everything. Have a restful night wherever you are.
10am and on, hinterlands. Far from shores far from waves, stopping by in between empty fields and grey hills. Not home anymore, not home yet. Boundaries outlining various regions of familiarity and territories that feel uncanny, unchartered. Cautiously moving on.
4pm, in between still and again. Submerging in archaic nature. Blinking straight into a low sun. The days race by and more than once joy of being here mixes in melancholy. Dusk draws near once more.
2pm and on. Arrivals. Routes that have grown familiar with the years. Landmarks, checkpoints, places of longing and yearning and the weird sensation of returning to a place that never was home but feels just close.
📷 travel
Aufstehen merklich nach dem Aufwachen, einige unruhige Träume von den Augen wischen. Schritte durch das Zwielicht des Flures. Ungewohnter Takt, in jeder Hinsicht. Abgleich zwischen Realität und Plan und verschiedene Gewohnheiten sind so tief verankert, dass sie auch solch einen Morgen färben. Taschen, Kisten, Routen, und hoffentlich alles, was es braucht. Konzentration, und immer Unsicherheit, Respekt vor der Ferne. Noch kein Sonnenaufgang, noch kein Kaffee. Alles noch im Werden. Habt es mild heute!