10pm and drifting in between. Aftermath of data influx. Circling around ancient software written in languages even more ancient. Reporting possible errors, codified in statements absolutely inaccessible to those who came later. Tense and nervous and sleepy but not yet there. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Erboste Diskussionen hinter den Wänden, Kuchen am Fenster und die Küchenstimmung eines mild gefärbten Frühlingsabends wieder auf allem. Gegenüber brennt Licht im Kleiderschrank, man wirft Bügel mit langer Wäsche aufs Bett, lässt die Nachbarn ohne besondere Scheu teilhaben und gibt dem Viertel eine ganz eigene distanzierte Art von Nähe, die sich vielen Beschreibungsversuchen entzieht. Busverkehr, ein Roller neben der Haltestelle, eine Gruppe von Teenagern mit Wegebier und Döner. Von den Versuchen, noch vor dem Schlaf zu träumen.
Closing in on 4pm. Some of the balls thrown up way earlier are about to return, finally. Wondering whether there will be enough hands to catch all of them, but maybe there are still forces to keep them stuck a few feet above ground, motionless yet unreachable. Measuring achievements, closing eyes for a moment, opening again once the dancing spots settled. And stepping out of the flow for a while.
Much later: A melody line in minor, and a half-baked poem. Considering moving with the tides, rough weathers outside inside, the empty sidewalks today, the flow of years the coming of age, ongoing, poorly defined. Wrestling stereotypes, choices and paths. Some of the easy questions to conclude a long day. No insights. As always. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Way past 10pm. Closing books that have been opened late that day. Read a bunch of pages, ended up with unwritten words losing track of lines and paragraphs. Tired. Incoherent. Eventually rewinding and giving up on this for the day. Achievement remains locked, finding other ways from here. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.