The evening, much later. A bit dizzy and a bit still out there, in there, elsewhere. Not connecting, not longing, but still a bit of melancholy.
Crowded platforms, crowded trains. Traversing the heart of the city. Melting with the words the languages the scents again, and trying to ignore that guy reading tabloids on his smartphone right next seat. A moment of serenity: Moon in the upper window. And still a few stations to go. Have an enjoyable night wherever you are.
Wine, still out in the green. Conversations with ants. Focusing on the small. And trying not to resonate with the noise.
Kurz zur Ruhe kommen, hinter hohen Fenstern. Das Treiben des Viertels beobachten, ohne sich darin zu verfangen. In Gedanken verlorengehen zu Vergangenheit, Gegenwart, Alter, Selbstwahrnehmung und tatsächlichem Auftreten. Ziellos unterwegs, ohne sich wirklich zu bewegen. Die Schatten des Tages werden länger.
After noon. Trailing around neighbourhoods again. Being a quiet guest in between people having late breakfast on the sidewalk. Once again, strongly, feeling the inseparable being of architecture, culture, urban planning and people. And the impacts a lot of current ideals and demands do have on life between old facades and old wild corridors of green and grey. It's more than just an apartment house.