Wieder anderswo. Pfirsiche, schwer an alten Ästen. Eine Kreissäge, Holzstaub, weiße Bretter. Die Dorfjugend schraubt an ihren Mopeds, wie schon immer. Traktor, Kühe auf der Weide, eine neugierige Ziege hinter rostigem Gitter. Sinnieren über Normalität, eigene Grenzen und die Wahrnehmung von allem dahinter.
The other city. A soft light flooding the long queue of cars waiting at the crossroads. Contrasts, in pictures and perceptions. Staying a bit from everything, feeling both unsettled and guilty. Different homes different pasts and an amorphous present. Inner retreats, too much overthinking. Always.
3pm. Moving on. Old world new world a long road dark forests and finally the openness behind the hills, under a bright blue sky. Everything these days have to offer. Sun on skin, wind in hair, and a weird feeling of being detached from Now just for precious seconds. Thoughts will return soon enough.