A lot later again, focus finally may wane. Catching fragments of conversations out there, in between ones own noise, the one that's really there and the one that's just floating in between these walls as the day recedes. Archeology in software. Trying to make sense of stuff people, including oneself, wrote ages ago and yet just yesterday. Feeling humbled at what's to be found, even more so considering the sensation of superiority back when writing it down. Perspectives on the same reality, stories of imposters and experience and still being an apprentice after all these years. A deep breath, a sigh, and an invitation for the night to enter. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Hinter dem Plan, vor dem Plan. Unsortierte Gemengelage. Die Eigenarten von Kommunikation. Keine Sonnenstunden.
Learning, all too often: The challenges of growing ambitious expectations in others - and suddenly being supposed to meet them. Limits tend to show up the very moment things get serious beyond that point of a possible return, as does the feeling of unease while throwing a lot of resources on certain issues. Past 3pm. Tuning mode. Slow steps on a foggy road.
Halb durch den Tag, Kopf wieder im Wind. Unten rollt die Straßenbahn durch die Kreuzung, eine erschrockene Taube steigt zwischen den Gebäuden auf. Nebenan zerklingelt das Telefon die Mittagspause. Die Kollegen haben Raum und Tisch hinter sich gelassen, aber der Anrufer bringt eine beeindruckende Geduld mit. Strukturen in den Wolken: Bergketten, Wellentäler, Sofakissen und jede Menge Tiere aus Märchen, die nie die rein mündliche Überlieferung hinter sich gelassen haben. Genügend außerhalb des Karussels, für den Moment.
Somewhere in the morning, somewhere in the storm. Opening windows because of the remaining heat. Closing again to prevent the wind from restructuring ones paper deck and throwing office doors. The racing hours the racing clouds.