3pm and on. Try, fail, repeat. That kind of cycle, waiting for things to settle. Being a consuming part of other peoples conversations, too, with the chatter next door drifting through the office floor. Also, exploring the models experience gaps when it comes to discussing arcane cartoon series. But maybe people and models alike just want to forget Osaka Seafood Concern. (Elsewhere: Still reloading. Halfway through it, next iteration.)
8pm and on. In a state of hurry, still. Waiting for the day to settle while the sound of neighbours returning home is flooding the house. Shutting down machines, leaving the model to rest for the night. No more inquiries today. No more hallucinations.
11am and on. Moving targets. Or: Two people changing infrastructure at the same time without knowing about each other are a challenge to tackle. Sometimes, good results drop out just randomly, eventually, for a few moments to then disappear again in the unsorted void of side-effects they used to come from. Talking to the model, learning odds and ends of things related, and being confronted with ones own world view once more in such situations. (More coffee.)
Closing in on 11am. The sun, the wind, a certain cold. A day about somehow not getting into the right swing. Too many sidetracks, too many sudden stepstones appearing out of the familiar. Cautiously digging deeper, not really sure whether things will improve what's to be found. (Wondering whether the model knows, but ultimately refraining from asking these questions as recent answers haven't been all that pleasant or helpful.)
Einige Träume weiter wäscht sich der frühe Vogel Müdigkeit und Schlaf aus den Augen, wirft noch einen Löffel mehr Kaffee in die Tasse, heute. Unruhe über den Hinterhöfen, die Räder von Mülltonnen knirschen auf Kies, eine Katze faucht. Gebeute Silhouetten und kleine helle Fenster an der Bushaltestelle. Erste Vorstellungen vom Freitag bleiben vage, erste Handgriffe in der Routine sind holprig und manchmal tritt man einen Schritt zurück und grübelt, warum man tut, was man tut. Spitzfindige Fragen ans Modell, vielleicht weniger auf Antwort hoffend als sich eher fragilen eigenen Überlegenheit dem System gegenüber versichernd. Vorsichtiges Tasten in den Morgen, noch merklich vor den ersten Blicken der Sonne. Habt es mild heute!