10pm and on. But just a bit. Effects of overstimulation again, and the cluelessness of browsing media libraries to essentially just shuffle and skip between sequences of visual and acoustic pieces and feeling confused and guilty for the lack of respect manifested in lack of focus. And wondering which kind of remix could grow out of eclectic shuffle mode. Music styles merging into each other, genres fading, moods like ebb and flow and somehow evening turns softer and filled by calmer kind of dark. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
4pm and on, feet on ground on road again. The mud along the path, the white afternoon, the passing trains and the thoughts encumbered by unresolved leftovers. In between neighbourhoods, in between phases of times at least on a microscopic scale.
📷 lost-in-moments
10pm and on, a familiar hour that feels aeons later than usual. Eyes on the interface, logging traffic for anomalies and wondering what is going on after all. But maybe at some point there's a natural filter to avoid insights into serious issues and keep one reliably clueless during the different phases of night. (Tea cooled down, candle still flickering. A lof of effort required for way too little. Head too heavy for incenses at the moment. The calming effect of a light late breeze. Day by day. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.)
Etwas weiter und die Falten glätten sich nur langsam, die körperlichen dabei noch schneller als die geistigen. Leere Büros sechs Etagen über einer Kreuzung, geschlossene orangefarbene Außenjalousien, immer noch jede Menge Erinnerung an den Blick ostwärts in die Altstadtsonne. An manchen Tagen spürt man die Zeit mehr, die dort zurückblieb.
Almost 11pm. Started out, returned, collected in between. Some parts of oneself revealed, some parts left behind, giving and not necessarily expecting anything in return but wondering about eventual resonance. The things to have in common, the things to be divided by.