Der Puls wird wieder ruhiger. Andere Höfe, auf anderen Terrassen singt man fragwürdige Lieder. Hohe Wolken treiben leise über die Himmel, die Schritte im Treppenhaus werden leiser. Werkzeug klappert. Geschichten von Mechanismen, Schlüsseln, Abhängigkeiten.
9am and on. Pondering ideas to give a shape to this day. Not really convinced of anything, and torn between moving slow without goal and purpose - and giving meaning to each single hour. Still no sun.
Late morning, indecisive. Moving through damp air, mind stuck in formal languages and source code, missing links and unmet dependencies. A bit of sun above the river, few waves and no clear line.
Reducing the layers of clothes again, with the day gradually dripping into these rooms. Tired birds singing tired songs. A glass of water, for the road.
9am and the sound of churches and birds. Breakfast slowing down, near the open window. Sorting sentences and words, flipping through pages, pondering meaning on different levels. No new insights.