Elsewhere, slightly later and trying to balance weathers, temperatures, moods and realities. Way too much irritation in virtually everything. A nervous cat going for flies. A bunch of teenagers heading for the river again, apparently pulling a cart with a decent speaker and the music seems to strike more than just one chord right now. Reconsidering identity, peer groups, tribes and how to stay away from things that feel alienating. Clouds veiling early sunset. Stories of tackling rituals and routines, unknown outcome. Be safe on your way through your evening, wherever you are.
Much later again. Silent, contemplative, watching, noticing. People sitting on the windowsills just across the street, fourth floor. Dark music, a cigarette and some bottles of beer. Collecting the various leftovers of this day, adding some glue and cuts for a somewhat consistent movie. Dreamworks, somehow, while the hands of the clock point out different numbers and the week is drawing near once more. Half asleep probably, by now. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Der Abend verliert sich in alter Musik, ihren Bildern und Filmen und Stimmungslagen. Immer warme Nächte in der Mitte des Jahres, immer ruhelose Träume weit vor dem Schlaf, immer das Echo warmer, heller Stunden auf der Haut und in der Seele. Lange Phasen des Lichtes, oder spät genug? Unsicher. Der Wunsch und die Müdigkeit, während ein unsteter Blick viel weiter drängt und doch den Ort um sich behält. Langsam weicht auch diese Dämmerung. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
Very much later again. Recollecting the images of days. Filing what piled up. Leaving a few notes here and there but overally feeling content seeing the structures and colours and lines shape imaginations and memories. An open wide city outside, remainders of sunlight and what seems distant fireworks. Exercises in savouring the short, ephemeral moment. And letting go, at least of a few dangling thoughts. Have a soft night wherever you are.
(Bilder aus den Wochen nach Prüfungen, nach einem Vorsommergewitter. Der elterliche Garten, die Dorfstraße, der Himmel. Und dann das Viertel, die Kreuzung, die Silhouette des Parks. Dasselbe Licht, Jahrzehnte später. Dasselbe Licht...)