10pm and on. Joining all running story threads into one again. Wondering how much they collide. Both actors and backgrounds seem somehow easy with each other, same base tone and same general direction despite all disagreement in details. A handful of stars thrown across the dim sky out there. A temporary dream of civilizations in between, to counter the unbearable vastness of space. A sound of a church bell, a neighbour yawning on his balcony, smoke of a cigarette and darkness on everything, a veil lacking warmth. Have a soft night wherever you are.
10pm and on and out. The day a collection of images loosely knit together, with some papers peeking out here and there, revealing poor handwriting and sketches all trying and failing to capture the mood of what was left vague. This hour where task lists smile and sigh and quietly head forth into another morning. Watching neighbours return home, watching shadows calmly move behind steamy windows, in small kitchens on small stoves. Eclectic music, caught in bass lines and still unable to sing along. Ideas of falling asleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.
📷 a-different-void
Maybe close to 10pm again. One step back, observing the evening and the city and those to return home late and those to leave for whatever their life is all about same as late. Thin lines, too: Avoiding hours and places to not by accident meet oneself - while at the same time watching ones paths slightly detached, trying to understand roads taken and words said. A bit disillusioned, a bit numb, and always a bit of feeling guilty because of both. Different hours same clouds and no moon. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Finally. Returned home. Physically powered down, sat down, eyes closed and watching inner movies play on. The flow of emotions with more or less inconvenient soundtracks. And the ever-present feeling of dissociation with the protagonist moving through a world of its own. Where are we under this growing moon? (The city carries on regardless. Piano late the day. And a sip from an old glass. Rituals. Have a quiet night wherever you are.)
11pm, fast moving, slowing down just a considerable effort again. Neighbourhood outside, behind the walls, below the floor. A bunch of conversations and some arguments floating in between poor music. Evening news broadcast and a phone call interrupting routines. Feeling dizzy, missing Moon and her light now. Everything else is just dreams again. Have a pleasant night wherever you are.