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.
Way beyond 10pm. Later again, feeling the dizziness of the day on mind and soul. The noise within just slowly settling, making room for the noise outside as the city comes to a halt. The pub is in for rough punk music tonight it seems, an unexpected deviation from their usual routes. Across the street, evening seems torn between studying and drifting through ominous digital worlds that better remained hidden from anyone elses view. Just a few notes, just a few dreams, and not even asleep yet. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
10pm or something like this, slowly phasing out of this day. There's still a feeling a promise an idea of light floating across the roofs and streets and meadows and parks. Late news on huge screens, a same as late Sunday dinner on a huge table, candle-lit and close enough to the balcony door to see and be seen, watch and be watched. Taking a few notes of what kept this mind moving today, and then backing off to let the dreams float in again. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Erheblich später: Wieder zur Ruhe kommen. Der Samstag schwingt aus. An der Bushaltestelle findet sich die Jugend des Viertels ein, wie so oft und trotz erneuter Kälte. Die Musik kommt mit, aus unersichtlicher Quelle, dunkel, kantig, schwermütig. Zigaretten glühen, der Hauch nicht nur von Tabak schwebt den Bürgersteig entlang. Und leises Gelächter, das immer ein wenig besänftigt in vielen Belangen. Nah genug, fern genug, Fenster öffnen, den Moment atmen, bevor man sich wieder einlässt auf all die Träume. Have a soft night wherever you are.