The city the evening the piano and a few chords. TV stations to fill some of the appartements across, a continuum of textures and shades to carry distant worlds into narrow spaces. Moist yet cold air, a sensation of winter, and the chatter of teenagers that roam the bus stop. Every single breath a very own story of a very own night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
Later again, still in a flow of data. Forking, joining, hoping for the steps in between to be in the right order and passed on the right conditions. Outside the city decided to go for old music, a strange vibe of cheap techno echoing in between old facades. Bright headlights of a car parking second row, some laughter some fast steps and a heavy door falling shut. Travelers returning, leaving summers and distance behind, spreading a familiar and still overwhelming sense of melancholy all across these weeks. Golden leaves, ripe chestnuts soft in hands, years in stories. And always a bit behind things. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
A lot later again. Pondering past bad habits, overcoming them, envying former selves for their ability to rewire inner circuits in a lasting way. Rooms opened wide the outer world, smelling hearing feeling the dense early night, humming a song that fiercely made it to attention without remembering why. Tracing back some more lines until mind refuses to go any further. Here enough, for now. Humble and grateful. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
Out there again, another late summer day waning and night gets cold rather soon. The ash tree an invisible giant right above, sound of leaves in a breeze. Dogs barking along the outer road, a motorcycle heading wherever these routes lead. Grasping for the silence that hides in between everything, and still failing to cover ones own continued unrest. Ongoing attempts. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
A lot later and seemingly early. Not aligned with the day still, not striving to be, anymore. Appending new messages to old issue reports. Dedicated services, default credentials, procedures derailed, wondering which kind of exchange might happen with random strangers running into each other in this kind of environment. Inspiration through confusion, or əxactly the opposite. Maybe not the right time to pursue meaningful thoughts, either. No shapes in the clouds, but at least a little light in between here and the horizon. Have a safe night everyone wherever you are.