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Morning. Moving with the clouds again. Always between dawn and dusk. // 📷 366skies 

11am. Withdrawing from the bustling city. On the roof once again, with all the different means of transportation passing by in plain sight. Could stay a bit longer. Yet, too: Ready to go, somehow. 

4pm, almost. Force-closed unfinished work by accidentially rebooting the local machine. Now, trying to pick some of the pieces and see how to at least roughly fit them together to remember vague structures. Luke-warm coffee, an empty bottle of water, and the usual indecisions with the sounds of afternoon slowly sneaking into the hallway. 

4pm and on. Early off, slow motion, like the heavy trains heading south. Own safety zones reducing again and again, grumpy people in close vicinity. Too, a huge old cabrio standing on flat tires, cyclists making their way around shouting and cursing, sunlight feeling weak and cold. Afternoons, on a long day. 

10am, moving on. Leaving behind days outside the ordinary, days outside the usual clock speed. Carrying on conversations about tolerance, communicating and flawed individualism virtually everywhere. No conclusions, just synchronisation. And maybe some sort of self-encouragement. (More own thinking than regurgitation. More listening than explaining. Maybe more practising than preaching, no matter how small the effect.)

Unruhiger Schlaf als mittlerweile eingeübte Gewohnheit. Irgendwann versuchen Wahrnehmung und Geist, den Geräuschen vor dem Fenster Bilder zuzuordnen. Das fällt beliebig schwer, noch mehr im unkonzentrierten Restschlaf, vor dem Wechsel in die Senkrechte. Da setzen sich Ideen schnell fest und durchdringen die frühe Gedankenlosigkeit. (Gepackte Taschen. Immer wieder trägt man zu viel mit sich, immer wieder merkt man, wie wenig Dinge man wirklich nutzt und braucht. Kaffee. Brötchen aus dem Herd. Und dankbares Innehalten vor dem Weiterziehen. Habt es mild heute!)

(Anderswo: Gasthäuser an leeren Straßen. Vertraute Namen, immer noch unvertraute Namen. Und Vergangenheit, immer und überall und viel. Aber die Blütenblätter im Rinnstein sind neu.)

Close to 6pm. In motion again. The city lights of a neighbourhood that feels unfamiliar at this time. Getting and setting directions, between concrete and the hills. In need to focus on things, to keep thoughts from deviating into unsettling fields. More rain and strong winds. Closing in on weekend.