Standing in dense darkness again, looking back at the hours that made the day. Encounters, conversations, different cities and everything feeling a little more pale than usual. Listening to the creek instead, mentally trying to let leaves sink down to its surface and watch them floating into distances with the waves. Hoping to shape dreams before night finds its way again. Be safe in your sleep everyone wherever you are.
(Die Kohle verglüht. Transparente Flüssigkeit aus kleinen Gläsern, ein Geschmack von Anis, die Luft voller Heu und Gras. Alte Musik drängt sich in müde Erinnerungen. Geschichten, Namen, Linien zwischen Markierungen in einem Stammbaum. Eigene Historie dazwischen, wie fast immer. Helle Dämmerung. Genügend Müdigkeit für viele Nächte.)
Clash of subjects when it comes to managing attention. Once again on and off routines, slightly exhausted from switching context a bit too often, and mixing up things that ought not to relate. Unplayed piano chords, small lanterns on the bookshelf, different lights different moods. A mug of tea. And a few notes, in strong words, to get rid of annoying thoughts before the hours pass. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Lunch break in between. The inability to cut from the daily chores for a while. Head wrapped around code and side-effects. Not sure which part of this webbed set of systems to touch first to not affect every other immediately. Stepping forth boldly, following a trail of errors. Not pleasant at all but it gets one there too.
The clouds closing in around the trees in the backyard. A mind thinking along certain lines seeing visual glitches just along the edges of the roofs but there aren't pixels in an analog sky. Cleaning inboxes, leaving notes for others, and for ones own self in the morning. Not after proving ones own being-human to the machine of course. Lost for words to describe the light outside and maybe then and now that's the beauty of hours like this. Have a calm night wherever you are.