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.
📷 lost-in-moments
11pm and uncertain about oneself. Open window, leaning out a bit to catch a glimpse of the Moon, to feel some of her cold comforting light. So far the evening hesitates to cool down, neighbours are burning coal and wood in the backyards, the scent of smoke lures into believing in both winter and summer and a late life under vast skies. Also, missing the silence of the hills while at the same time admiring the random everyday sounds of the city hinting of people still awake nearby, no matter the hour. Different understandings of home, and a piano tune played to that while attention is wearing thin again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.
10pm and on. Same hour different place and that different silence again. Backdoor open still, a small almost circular area illuminated by a motion triggered lantern, dense night already unfolding outside its borders. No sounds but nature, waves of the creek playing around stones and through unseen pipes passing the house by and disappearing in the distance. Noises of scratching, pawing from in between the hut and that pile of old wood that has been there ever since, growing and shrinking with the course of years. And maybe a cautious wind in the trees. Slowing down, reaching out to embrace this current vicinity. The still unfamiliar mode of fully being submerged in an actual moment. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
Later the day, in between moments and hours and stars and the invisible void. Suddenly noticing ones own hand drawing loops, lines, patterns on a sheet of paper, lost in thoughts apparently and unsure what to make of these. Still slightly too fast to perceive the world outside as more than just a blurred stream of colours. Still slightly too fast to hear ones own more quiet voices through the howling noise of the flow. Not yet night, not yet night. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.