Dorfmorgen, wieder, ganz plötzlich. Das gleichermaßen vertraute und unheimliche Erlebnis, aufzuwachen und für zu lange Momente nicht zu wissen, in welchem Teil der Realität man sich befindet. Noch kein Kontakt zu Umgebung, Licht, Wetter, aber die Wände strahlen die gewohnte Kälte ab und die ersten Schritte sind immer etwas schneller als sonst. Eisiges Wasser, kratzend auf rauher Haut, Schlaf aus den Augenwinkeln spülend. Sekunden planloser Leere im Kopf, bevor Kaffee und Samstag ihren Weg finden. Kirchenglocken, heute steht der Wind günstig. Langsam fliehen alle Nebel. Habt es mild heute!
(Much later, just barely awake. Different places different routines and feeling the touch of the outer world on the backdoor leading into garden and meadows. There are mouses in the ivy covering the floor near that old barn. There's the sound the creek, less strong today. There's distant whispering, random laughter of village teenagers, hiding in the bus stop drinking and smoking and there are the echoes of stories so old it's hard to even tell whether they have really happened. Have a calm night wherever you are.)
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.