(Tee im Warmen. Welt hinter eigenen Türen aussperren. Die Forsythie beobachten, die in der alten bastumwundenen Vase blüht. Gelblichgrauer Himmel, gelbgraues Gefühl.)
4pm, changing context changing places and afternoon almost turning night again, at least in its perception of brightness. These are the weeks where winter and spring are entwined inseparably and ones soul keeps bouncing back and forth between both. Too much caffeine, too much thrust.
10pm and on, a familiar hour that feels aeons later than usual. Eyes on the interface, logging traffic for anomalies and wondering what is going on after all. But maybe at some point there's a natural filter to avoid insights into serious issues and keep one reliably clueless during the different phases of night. (Tea cooled down, candle still flickering. A lof of effort required for way too little. Head too heavy for incenses at the moment. The calming effect of a light late breeze. Day by day. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.)
Almost 11pm. Started out, returned, collected in between. Some parts of oneself revealed, some parts left behind, giving and not necessarily expecting anything in return but wondering about eventual resonance. The things to have in common, the things to be divided by.
Irgendwann sehr viel später. Der Abend und seine Handlungslinien. Unterhaltungen quer über Tische, halb in allen möglichen Themen, die aneinander anschließen, einander überlagern, einander verstärken. Auf den Anlass anstoßen, den Augenblick grundlos genießen, sich selbst begegnen und versuchen, sich zu übertönen, zu überhören, zu ignorieren. Bis die Stille von Zwischenvierteln den eigenen Kurs begleitet, der Nachhall leiser wird und fast alle Enden unberührt verblassen dürfen. Have a calm night wherever you are.
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