Much later: Slowing down. Trying to grasp the hours that went by awake today, collecting images taken or just remembered. Modeling some of them into words, others into memories and discarding clutter that won't be needed. Quiet soundtracks, ones own breath in silent rooms, the scent of flowers and candles and a blurred line between dreams and everything else. Have a soft night wherever you are.
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9am and on. Out there, off the usual flow and track. Pondering weather and art and coffee in different places. Silent conversations, inner and outer voices. And a different kind of focus and awareness. Always close to the city humming nearby.
10am, slow start. Still about to align ambitions with possibilities today. Soul somewhat embedded into pale skies. Too much thoughts too much input too little caffeine so far. Common patterns, even on days off.
10am and on. Days off. Coffee elsewhere. And a first drink before noon. Watching, listening. Entertained by drawing mostly wrong conclusions and building them into consistent worlds. (Pondering politics all along with this. For whatever it's worth.)
Immer wieder Regen ßber der Stadt. Auch: Alte Kunst in alten Räumen. Und dazwischen die Bilder und Weltsichten unsteter Zeiten. Grenzerfahrungen irgendwo inmitten von Nachdenklichkeit, Beklemmung und Inspiration. Insbesondere in diesen Tagen.