Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.
Suspending a few threads, for now. Trying to change from formal to natural languages, which always feels a bit clumsy at first. Too, trying to change clothes, places, moods, in the sweat of the afternoon and the indicisiveness of temporary slowdowns. Worried by observations being more and more narrowed down to a very limited set of aspects of reality. And yet failing to widen this horizon in the time at hand. 3pm. Off and on again.
3pm and slowly on. Watching a thread disappear in a dark corner of an old system, wondering whether it's safe to follow down that route. An almost physical sensation of dust, even the data touched in here feels ancient and fragile. Odd metaphors, weird analogies and it's way too hot for thoughts any clearer than that.
In and out of another call. Password reset, password message lost, missing second factor and the system quietly locks up. No surprise. Rational behaviour melting with the weather. Wondering whether the windowblinds can go lower than they already are. (They can't.) First colleagues heading home. There's ice cream in the kitchen on the other end of the corridor. But the walk currently doesn't seem worth it. A need for cold water, and the sun slowly moves on.
4pm and on. Small eyes to counter the bright afternoon. Recovering artifacts of an unplanned outage. Penning down the last insights of a long session in another mental thread, storing credentials, documenting newly discovered flaws and letting machines calm down then. In need of fresh air. And shadows.