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.
Über dem Hof hängen Lichterketten kreuz und quer, die bunten Glühbirnen in ihrem Durcheinander wirken wie falsche Sterne und greifen die Stimmung der vielen intensiven, widersprüchlichen Momente des Tages besser als jedes andere Bild. (Brot. Wein. Die Brandung des gerade wieder hochfahrenden Viertels außen vor lassen. Genügend Stille im Jetzt.)