Somewhere out there in there, later. Ending a filled dense day. Head still spinning, with a lots of thoughts and images revolving around a restless center. New tasks collected, old ones written forth, and a lot of timeless dust refuses to settle. Also, missing superpowers: Being off to bed early, no matter the intention to do so. Another hot tea instead. Wondering about sleep as an ephemeral phenomenon. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Past 10pm. Bit of a heavy head, rough voice, vague mood. A day a sequence of hours a pile of loose, slightly crinkled leaves. Notes that deviated into random scribbles, and trying to make sense of ones own earlier selves thoughts as a challenge way beyond sundown. Gazing at stars, at bright windows, at laptop screens gleaming on desks across the street. There are other piles and other notes unsorted as well it seems. Noises of a truck heading out of the city, the sound of distant trains, the ever-present low frequency hum of all the breaths taken this very moment, left and right of the river. Have a quiet night wherever you are!
(Wach liegen, erneut einschlafen. Aufschrecken. Einige Momente bewussten Atmens, den Puls wieder herunterzufahren. Seltsamen technischen Metaphern nachhängen, während die eigenen Körperfunktionen langsam zu Normalbetrieb anlaufen. Einige Träume blieben nah genug, um letzte Erinnerungen fast greifbar sein zu lassen. Fast. Aber dann übernimmt der Morgen sanft den Takt, hält sich das Bewusstsein daran fest, die Stunde aus den gerade dominierenden Singvögeln abzuleiten. Krümelkaffee aus der Seesterntasse. Dämmerung zieht auf, der Tag schleicht in die Leere unter Bäumen und Büschen. Kellertüren, klappernde Fahrräder, und noch kein richtiges Gefühl für Wetter und Kälte. Habt es mild heute!)
Somewhere into the evening and somehow out of that day. Finding that balance between being connected and yet in a mode as close to rest as it could be. Just close enough to the window to catch a glimpse of a few stars, and a few lights speaking of people and flats and the stories that wrap up hours. Engines muttering in front of the pub, neon light filtered through dirt-stained glass, and a distant hum that could be music or just urban aural subtext. Sleepy enough to not care much for now. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Closing in on 10pm, after all. Before and after preparations. Still in progress, tiny steps, unsure how far the evening brought things today. Too, again trying to and failing at keeping daily life and late hours separated, with topics massively fading into each other, casting long shadows, nudging and pushing one back to wherever things were left off when logging out earlier. Sorting the pile of stuff into a sorted stack, as a closing exercise for now. Just slowly improving at this as well. Have a restful night wherever you are.