Almost 4pm again. Talking epsilon environments, floating objectives and hidden pareto efficiencies. Topics too huge and demanding to really embrace, by now. Resorting to routine tasks instead: Minutes taken, calendar pruned, window opened wide. There's music but unsure whether emitted by the outer world or some hidden tab and maybe that's not even relevant now.
8am, indecisive and mechanically awake. The first noise to settle, the waves of people in the streets to calm down, the first requests denied. Unidirectional importance, different priorities and in some situations, communication patterns do reveal an unsettling asymmetry in inter-personal relations. Things one doesn't want to see early a day.
(Einige wenige Momente weiter. Anderer Schlaf, andere Bilder entlang der Stunden, unruhigeres Erwachen zu fragwürdigen Zeiten und Konversationen, in denen man seine inneren Stimmen hört, aber nicht versteht. Vielleicht ist es besser so. Wasser in Gesicht Bart Haaren, die Spuren eines besonders hartnäckigen Traumes aus den Augenwinkeln waschen. Tanzende Blasen im Wasserkessel beobachten, ohne sein Rauschen zu hören. Und fast reglos, körperlich, geistig, beobachten, wie die letzten Gedanken der Nacht mit dem Wind verfliegen. Viel zu früh. Habt es mild heute!)
Early mornings do not demand early nights, but then and now the line between being consciously awake and half-asleep is fuzzy and even bustling with activity doesn't get things done anymore. Slowing down. A sip from a glass, breathing hazy wet air of another early dusk, observing how these quarters sound at this time of day. Random phone calls on other peoples relationships included. And crows, too. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
4pm and on. Bridging gaps between mental worlds. But like balancing on a wire, a thin and rusty wire and things are windy that far above this abyss one hesitates to stare into. There are more comfortable places to be, more comfortable walks to take. But at least there's sun up here.