Finally. Somewhere in between short term and long term memories. Monochrome pictures in slightly uncanny sequences, music just adding to it. A dim light to cast weak shadows. Outside, inside. A city that's little more than a huge village coming as close to sleep as it can and will. Distant train, a motorcycle in the street for a few seconds, cone of its headlight racing past cars and pedestrians, outbound. 10pm and on. Balancing on the edge of dreams again.
Finally: Summing up. Filing a bunch of notes collected along a rather short part of the path. Cleaning workspaces, closing connections, leaving even a digital environment behind in a way to be as little disturbing as possible when touching things again. Across the street, TV screens still pour illusions and nightmares into these small confined spaces of city appartments. Past 10pm. A laptop being closed. A bottle of red wine being carefully shelved. Still, a flickering candle. And not much more left for now to handle. Have a slow night wherever you are.
📷 a-different-void
Etwas später. Das Ärgernis ungeduldigen Papiers. Verknittert, abgegriffen, kleine Schnitte in den Fingern davon, so unsichtbar wie schmerzhaft. Das Heimbüro schwankt zwischen Heim und Büro und vorübergehend fällt es schwer, Abgrenzung zu schaffen und zu halten. Unten lachen die Kinder und es klingt locker, fröhlich, unbeschwert. Katze gähnt und streckt sich. Die eigenen Gelenke knacken bei vorsichtigeren Bewegungen. In den Jahren: Immer wieder gescheiterte Versuche, Bögen um nahe Themen zu laufen.
10pm and not much further. Various kinds of paperwork, various styles of music floating through headphones, the darkness of the facades across the street and the dim lights of a city sky under heavy clouds. Rain getting stronger again, leaving dancing spots on the sidewalk, melting and washing away the very last remains of grey snow. Sound of neighbours on the stairs, a keychain falling down, someone using strong words but at least in a bearable volume. And sleep lurking in between everything today. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
Finally, day concludes just the way it started: Stumbling into maintenance tasks. Small chores. The kind of things that need to be done to not completely be at odds with oneself and reality in the morning. Rooms a bit more empty now, a bit less light, different light, and an open window an open city right in front of weary eyes. Silver lines in the skies hinting moon and for a second, her pale shine seem just what it needs to draw softness into the dreams to come. (Have a calm night wherever you are.)