4pm and on. The road and the impenetrable bushes left and right. Between cities, between moods, avoiding ones own shadow and heading forth, humming to unplayed tunes like on an invisble stage. Re-occurring patterns in inner movies. Hesitant to get into deeper understanding.
(Und dann anderes Erwachen, andere Unruhe, bellende Hunde, gepackte Taschen. Versuch, sich Linien auf Karten zu vergegenwärtigen, die man eigentlich längst kennt. Noch kein Kaffee, nur ein Durchatmen und dann blättert man um und schreitet wieder voran, in der Geschwindigkeit, die man momentan kann und mag. Habt es mild heute.)
4pm and on. Catching oneself staring at clouds for too long, but at least not yet yelling at them. New people again, on the terrace across the street, gazing into city sunset and seemingly content with where they are. A parked heavy truck, engine running idle, an excavator carrying, throwing rocks and bricks, and subliminal conversations on network issues and faulty routes. An afternoon in an arcane mix, way too hot and way too loud.
3pm, some stakes driven in, at least as a metaphor. Stepping out of thoughts for a moment to watch the mind spin and race by until it notices and pulls one in again. (Also, a temporary floating through trivia and irrelevant yet interesting knowledge. Big wheels. And corresponding bits. Very niche kinds of history, but sometimes still discovered.)
Afternoon and some sun. Conclusions and wrap-ups. Some long-running tasks closing, others just merrily racing forth. The challenge of the known and the unknown unknowns, as well as of deadlines and what lies beyond. Also, hours more unrelating paragraphs than poems. Indecisive days, indecisive choice of music.