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Much later again. Resuming the hours and wondering whether things of relevance went unaddressed. Probably so, very much. But at the same time pondering boundaries, capabilities and honouring the relation of both. In between heat and cold, unsatisfied with both yet unable to keep a stable state in between. Windows closed again. All kinds of. Trying to grant attention to the many random stories unfolding on sidewalk and crossroad below, in the pale neon blue of the pub and the headlights of a parked car. Yet slowly turning incoherent, trains of thought taking odd turns, world slowly slipping into its hiding again. Yawning. Covering eyes with hands, for a second, to feel beyond the visible. Entering a halting state. Have a soothing night wherever you are.

Dried flowers in an old phiol, surrounded by stones and wires and cold lights. Base of a bongo drum in the back.

📷 random-stories

Finally: One step back out of that fast-paced  time. Like, stepping out of an express train, feeling the windy force of wagons racing by the platform and disappearing in unknown distances, screeching on its metal tracks. Dizzy, a bit. Confused, a lot. Not trying to fall prey to too many thoughts. Imagining the slow passing of winter with the first tulips of the year. And always keeping some candles close to feel the warmth of the light, if needed. Which sometimes it is. Have a soothing night wherever you are.

Tulips, pink and yellow, in front of a white wall. Vintage picture effect.

📷 lost-in-moments

Andere Täler: Verdreckte, zerbrochene Fenster in längst verlassenen Hallen. Bahngleise ohne Haltepunkte. Ein verfallenes Wirtshaus, das niemandem mehr Quartier bietet. Ein alter Wohnwagen im Vorgarten, aufgebockt auf Baumstämmen. Hßhner scharren durch Dreck, ein Taubenschwarm landet auf moosbedecktem Dach. Kein Grund, hier anzuhalten, und irgendwie ist man auch froh, es nicht zu mßssen. Auch wenn man sich insgeheim deswegen schämt.

Ein altes Fabrikgebäude in Nachmittagssonne.

📷 lost-in-moments 

Unterbrochene Träume, auch: Ratlos, wieviel Zeit vergangen ist. Oder wo die Tage, die Zustände, die Gefühle und Wirklichkeiten aneinander stoßen. Ruhe auf den Balkonen, kalt glänzende Dächer. Selbstgespräche mit Mond.

Verwischte Fenster vor Mondlicht und Nacht.

📷 a-different-void

Closing in on 11am. The icy morning still hiding in a concrete world. Shadowplay along todays paths. And a warm sun somewhere in between. Shadows and sun on the concrete surface of a parking lot.

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