Closing in on 11pm. Still tracking routes of tug boats but lost sight of its position lights. Different chairs resting near different windows. There's a crowd of people in one of the backyards, closer, noisier, and it takes a moment still to trade sounds of waves for sounds of voices and be content with it. Soul slowly catching up again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
Mentale vorzeitige Geisterstunde. Mehr Ratlosigkeit. Schwere. Benommen zwischen dem Drang, sich hemmungslos zu betrinken, und resignierter Isolation. Die Decke der Selbstbeherrschung ist fadenscheinig und grau.
Noises faded into a hum. Distant, subconscious, always there. A frightening cold behind pale windows. Barely daring to breathe, hoping to go unnoticed again as hours move forth.
3am and on. Rules and exceptions thereof. Not sure whether the world at night might be uninhabited but at least at some point it's about getting used to this very special silence. The hours to pass, indifferent of who we are and what we failed to accomplish yesterday.
2am. Interrupt requested, just unsure by whom. In between days, the silence that embraces the city feels organic and deep. Cautious reaching out for a being both intimidating and vulnerable. Shivering from the touch received in return.