The evening, much later. A bit dizzy and a bit still out there, in there, elsewhere. Not connecting, not longing, but still a bit of melancholy.
Throwback July 29, 2015. Berlin Subway. Apparently travelling for fun not profit back then; I can't remember any single day to use public transports over there on a business trip. And, too, somehow Berlin lost some of its inspiration in the years since then... .
Morning. Places to wake up, places to move on. Not home but somehow close. // 366skies
11pm and on. Almost about to lay down the day but not completely yet. Notion of resting in a racing, pulsing city: Windows open wide, doors closed. The thoughts on and in between the lines. The dreams that aren't tied to sleep.
In between places. The silence later that day.