Der Abend verliert sich in alter Musik, ihren Bildern und Filmen und Stimmungslagen. Immer warme Nächte in der Mitte des Jahres, immer ruhelose Träume weit vor dem Schlaf, immer das Echo warmer, heller Stunden auf der Haut und in der Seele. Lange Phasen des Lichtes, oder spät genug? Unsicher. Der Wunsch und die Müdigkeit, während ein unsteter Blick viel weiter drängt und doch den Ort um sich behält. Langsam weicht auch diese Dämmerung. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
A lot later. Letting the inner pendulum lose its momentum for now. Focusing on the brighter moments that were, ignoring the rough edges the day has left behind. Lacking determination and ability to still add polish to anything right now. Late notifications, partially disrupted services. Still waiting for data to load. All the stories illustrated by empty placeholder images waiting to gain colour and shape. Enough symbolism for this night, it seems. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
Later again: Same archives, different concerns. Failing to figure out context of audio and video snippets, somehow essential connections got lost somewhere along the lines. Windows opened, for a while, until late air cooled down the small room and took most of the haze of the hours away. The pub has changed music yet again, unsure whether to drive people away early or to attract an unknown niche group to stay for longer. Edges of sleep, borders of dreams and still not done with this evening. Have a calm night wherever you are.
Selbe Küche, andere Dämmerung. Sauerteig, Kräutertee und der Duft kochender Kartoffeln. Ein später Vogel, eine fremde Katze im Hof. Keine passende Musik, aber damit kommt der Moment klar. Wieder überspannt, zu schnell und zwischen zu vielen Gedanken und Geschichten und trotzdem mit dem Abend versöhnt unter Pastellhimmeln.
Somewhere into the evening and somehow out of that day. Finding that balance between being connected and yet in a mode as close to rest as it could be. Just close enough to the window to catch a glimpse of a few stars, and a few lights speaking of people and flats and the stories that wrap up hours. Engines muttering in front of the pub, neon light filtered through dirt-stained glass, and a distant hum that could be music or just urban aural subtext. Sleepy enough to not care much for now. Have a calm night wherever you are.