Along the way. Motionless. // 📷 lost-in-moments
After noon. Another city behind other windows again. Hazy sky hazy mind, too many individual oddyseys through unknown waters. And a lot of storytelling to happen in in kitchens. All the time. For the good stories and the less good ones.
10am and on (and the slow getting-back to the importance of time and hours). Steel blue sky and pale sun above another city and its concrete. Between these days, autumn moved forth in avenues sided by yellow and brown bushes decorated with bright red berries. Two young women are out for a walk with a crowd of small kids, spread all across the place collecting chestnuts and coloured leaves. A sound of wind in everything.
Weitergezogen, angekommen, zumindest örtlich. Die Stadt verbirgt sich noch hinter viel zu vielen Menschen. Enge Gassen, hohe alte Fassaden, überall Düfte und Klänge. Überwältigt. Sammeln, heute: Die Texte, die entstehen aus den ganzen Worten und Fragmenten, die vorbei treiben und nur teilweise hängen bleiben. Und alles, was sonst so ungesehen am Wegesrand bleibt.
10am and on. About finding oneself in other places. Glaring sunlight, morning scent of traffic and industry, and people preparing for the weekend in between. More encounters than desirable, training ones social skills, noticing ones deficiencies. Also: Starting to perceive most behaviours just broken mechanisms of coping with uncertainty and fear, how does the world change by that?
Weekends, different cities. Concrete, carts, queues. Random involuntary communication, along the track. That strange mismatch between expensive cars and cheap groceries. Haze between hills and sun. A day that seems unsure whether or not to turn bright out here.
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.
9pm and on. Bach, Vivaldi, Händel: Echoes from another age, or: There's always something to be found in music. Also, watching the flickering of lights in a different city. Unfamiliar street patterns. Traffic of a late day. Fireworks of the impatient ones. Business as usual.