Kaffee und Tee und Hustenpastillen, in der Heizung rauscht Wärme aus dem Keller selbst bis in die hinteren Ecken der hintersten Zimmer. Blauer Himmel, unerwartet kalte Luft, dem Mittag geht ein wenig der Überblick verloren. Unter dem Regal im Staub findet sich neben dem verlorenen Bleistift auch noch eine alte, nicht bewusst verlorene Musikkassette, es fehlen Abspielgerät und Etikett, also stellt man weitere Erkundungen dort unten ein, unsicher, über wie viele Artefakte unklarer Nützlichkeit man sonst noch stolpert. (Der Postbote klingelt gegenüber, Pakete werden übergeben, ein Auto rangiert in enger Bucht. Unterbrechung. Musik. Und dann den Faden wiederaufnehmen.)
10pm and on again. Washing away the day, and in a reasonably sleepy state of being, water generally seems way too cold. Soccer matches and late news aired by screens across the street, just faintly lighting the surrounding rooms. Catching oneself pondering how many souls might already have fallen asleep over there, on armchairs and couches while the indifferent stream of images continues to flow past them. (Gazing at the stars instead. Tracing lines in between and thinking about names and distances while mind is still offering processing power. And then slowing down, late enough, tired enough again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.)
📷 lost-in-moments
7pm, along the road, along the tram tracks. Watching busses arrive and depart, waiting. Slightly hungry, slighty cold but still enticed by the late light and its colours. This is the evening, and a deep sigh.
(Alte oder neue Tropfen auf den Schlafzimmerfenstern. Im Hof fauchen Tiere, Lampen flackern erschrocken, die Schatten tanzen wieder. Begonnene, zerrissene Stille an Wahrnehmungsrändern.)
📷 a-different-void
10pm and in a way time lost its course and power today. Artificial stars, glowing on the windowsill and in between the plants. In other rooms elsewhere, the youth is getting ready for the night determined to resist sleep. Doors close, steps heading for the bus stop the crossroad the city itself. A tram ringing somewhere nearby, spotlights looping across densely covered skies. We hide from the cosmos and still we yearn for the moon. Have a soft night wherever you are.