Closing in on 10pm, once more. Marks on a daily ruler, the comfort in familiarity and the somewhat weird thought of even unconsciously falling for these time frames, of ending in a similar mood and setting at a similar hour every evening anew. No burning of midnight oil tonight. Though, there's still music in between the states of being, in between these walls, in between these houses and neighbourhoods. Silent and distanced, but still audible enough to be noticed. Also: Notes on the sidelines. Clumsy philosophical insights, or failures to gain these. At least in this state of mind it's easy to apologize these with the simple lack focus and clarity, just so close to dreamlike lucidity again. Have a quiet night wherever you are.
Schließlich werden die Maschinen wieder zur Ruhe gebracht. Beobachtung von Punkten, die Verläufe auf einen blassen Untergrund zeichnen. Noch nicht gänzlich zufrieden mit dem Gesehenen, aber mehr als vorher. Hinter dem Bildschirm rührt großstädtischer Nachthimmel an die Firste der Dächer, gegenüber hängt man Wäsche auf einen Ständer hinter der Balkontür, der junge Mann eine Etage weiter unten trinkt am Küchenfenster und vollführt hin und wieder Handbewegungen, die als Winken durchgehen könnten, aber es ist weit und breit kein Adressat auszumachen. Halbschlaf schreibt eigene Filme in die Dunkelheit über den Höfen. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Finally, and still not yet. Clinging to the day and its challenges for a bit longer, watching code pass through checkpoints, do what's to be expected, fill its logs with unsurprising data to become unsurprising history immediately. Where's the needle if not even given directions to the haystack? Most of the analog-world metaphors don't even wait for that second glance to expose obvious weaknesses. Late traffic grumbling in the crossroads, neighbours youth keeping engines running idle, huge cars, and that sound of bored power waiting to get a real go. Cat, same as bored but slightly less powerful, resting on a chair judging the world and ignoring everything else. Coping rituals, moments before sleep. Have a safe night wherever you are.
(Knapp hinter der Dämmerung. Küchengegenwart, Sauerteig, Restalkohol vom Vorabend in dunkler Flasche. Aus den Boxen kratzt rauhe Musik, Heizung und Kühlschrank übertönend, lang nicht gehört, mit dem üblichen Effekt des Zurückgelassenen, aber offenbar nicht Vergessenen. Garagentore öffnen, schließen, unten im Dickicht. Lachen auf Terrassen. Immer noch warm, diese Luft, und sanft und samtig)
Far off, 10pm and slightly dizzy. Ready to let go of the day, cautiously peeking across the lines of dawn and morning, in between expectation and vague anxieties. Across the street, evening is still in full swing which means a table with candles and people nearby, a dimly lit desk with a pile of books, a bright huge TV featuring fast cuts through fictional worlds. Orion above the roofs, scent of humid soil and moist grass waving through air like a soft, dense veil. Trying to slow down, not sure about to expect any dreams. Have a calm night wherever you are. 
📷 a-different-void