An evening, again, of feeling that gap between mental time and measured hour. Clouds and sun and clouds came and went, indecisive and ephemeral, leaving damp, warm air, hot stones and the mood of these nights in the midst of the year one tends only to remember but rarely to consciously live through. A bunch of teenagers sitting on the sidewalk, almost motionless, maybe in conversations or just in a shared moment of silence. Wondering, for a split second, how this age felt, cigarettes and cheap wine included. And not putting very much trust in ones own memories right now, in images seen while looking back and things how they actually happened. (A plane descending, a couple of swallows circling high above. Golden leaves, an inbound phone call elsewhere, early dusk just before the streetlights wake. Maybe sometimes abstraction just gets into ones own way, on whichever level that is to happen. Have a calm evening wherever you are.)

Evening clouds of different density and colour. Nothing else.

📷 lost-in-moments

Verdorrtes, kurz geschnittenes Gras neben den Haltestellen. Eine gelbe, eingestaubte Bahn voller Menschen, Türen öffnen und setzen eine dichte Wolke aus Hitze und Gerüchen frei, die um sich und einander beißen und denen aus dem Weg zu gehen man nicht schnell genug ist. Auf dem Balkon brennen Rauchwaren, ein Lieferdienst parkt in zweiter Reihe und ignoriert Zornesworte, vor der Kneipe diskutiert man im Liegestuhl die Irrungen dieser Jahre. Geschichten von geheimen Wahrheiten und stickigen Wohnvierteln, hier in Atemweite des Flusses.

Eventually, the music still made it back to current thoughts, did weave itself into the structure of the evening, become a part of another layer of memory on top of others. Watching sounds tied to ever-changing pictures, sometimes with a slightly difficult feeling of what falls hiding beneath more and more. (Neighbours are still resting on the windowsill, thinly dressed as this night doesn't seem to intend to cool down in any way. Someone's opening another bottle of wine, candles behind another balcony door and it's middle of the week and maybe that's reason enough. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

3pm and on. Long distance connections, low bandwidth in different ways. Little noise and even less signal. Model disconnected for now, sometimes finding answers isn't what it is all about. There's a bright sun and a modest breeze and a load of shadows in between.

Nachmittag, stadtnahes Gewerbegebiet. Von Erfordernissen, bedrucktem und gestempeltem Papier - und Architektur, die seltsame Umrisse des Menschenbildes ihres Bauherren zeichnet. Rückzug in den spärlichen Schatten, etwas Wind auf der Haut, knapp an der Grenze von Zeitfenstern. Und trotzdem zumindest nicht zu spät.