There and back again. Another night, another slowdown. Searching for the right words but in all the wrong languages, somehow getting along with half-baked analogies and fuzzy phrases. Wet sidewalks far below, the blue and red neon of the pub reflecting stronger today. Two cigarettes pulsating next to a dark doorway, murmuring voices and random laughter, forced and rough much more than actually entertained or funny. (Closing this particular window. Leaving world outside for now. Eyes closed, hands covering face, distancing to find some rest. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.)
📷 lost-in-moments
10pm and on. Slightly lost track of time just to notice it's that usual hour again. Summing up all the bits that went by since sunrise and somehow it felt much longer than it actually was. Realizing, once more, that while the longer parts of the road are still in memory very well, it's difficult to remember all the small turns, curves, crossroads passed on that way. How often did that wheel turn in between, how often did things change direction just to return to whatever course they took before? How many circles taken on that journey, every other day? No cuts in the log taken for these. And these clouds even left the late hours without stars. An idea of haze in already sleepy streets. Have an easy night wherever you are.
In der Kneipe kehrt frühzeitig Feierabend ein. Man verschließt die Fenster und Türen, kehrt im Hinterhof obskure Reste über Steine auf Blech in die Mülltonnen, lässt die Musik verklingen und einige dunkle Gestalten auf ebenso dunklen Wegen zurück, auf denen sie schließlich eins mit der umgebenden Nacht werden. Spätbus, Motorrad, gelbes Blinken dösender Ampeln. Mehr Firmament als sonst über dem Viertel.
Close to midnight. That peculiar moment when all conversations fade and music ends and the silence becomes palpable. Flickering candlelight in a breeze of air, windows opened to let go of everything that piled up in closed rooms. Putting books back on their shelves, storing photos in safe places, feeling a brief sigh flee with the day. Just one dream away from tomorrow. Have a quiet night wherever you are.
Finally: The late hours and the light resonating the mood. Or vice versa. A split second of endless yearning for longer days again. Or warmer evenings, at least. Watching late Fridays stories unfold in the few appartments not dimmed yet. A dinner party, a welcoming of guests, a session of working late surrounded by books in an otherwise empty room. The distance of an embarrassed spectator, and yet the comfort of watching many days conclude at once. Have a calm night wherever you are.
📷 stop-motion