3pm and on. Long distance connections, low bandwidth in different ways. Little noise and even less signal. Model disconnected for now, sometimes finding answers isn't what it is all about. There's a bright sun and a modest breeze and a load of shadows in between.
Nachmittag, stadtnahes Gewerbegebiet. Von Erfordernissen, bedrucktem und gestempeltem Papier - und Architektur, die seltsame Umrisse des Menschenbildes ihres Bauherren zeichnet. Rückzug in den spärlichen Schatten, etwas Wind auf der Haut, knapp an der Grenze von Zeitfenstern. Und trotzdem zumindest nicht zu spät.
4pm and on, changing moods and places. Not sure what's more challenging - climbing steep rocks or wading through knee-deep sand. A summer and its heat put onto the neighbourhood like a thick, heavy blanket. Tourists and school kids running into each other near the train station, an endless flow of huge cars passing by, and the construction site nearby slowly shutting down for today. Pondering well-defined schedules, clouds, achievements. And the edgeless shapes of clouds.
A lot later again, focus finally may wane. Catching fragments of conversations out there, in between ones own noise, the one that's really there and the one that's just floating in between these walls as the day recedes. Archeology in software. Trying to make sense of stuff people, including oneself, wrote ages ago and yet just yesterday. Feeling humbled at what's to be found, even more so considering the sensation of superiority back when writing it down. Perspectives on the same reality, stories of imposters and experience and still being an apprentice after all these years. A deep breath, a sigh, and an invitation for the night to enter. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Stuck on meadows. Wooden chairs, the chants of frogs near the lake. Having another drink, listening to conversations until darkness embraces the city and artificial lights prevail the fleeing day. Where's Moon when needed, when the yearning is stronger than the sleepiness?