(Recognising strangers. That nagging feeling of missing out on names for seemingly familiar faces. Or maybe a leaky memory and faulty associations. Every day anew.)
Still early, outside the city. Conversations, nonformal environments and individual challenges in social interaction. Too much overthinking. As always.
3pm. No service, no accounts, no connection. A few moments for the voice to recover, for the mind to refocus, for the old context to be gradually swapped and the new one loaded. Human mind not working like a machine but certain patterns seem all too familiar. That uncanny seconds until names, faces and roles match again. Hazy lights cloudy horizon.
Closing in on 11am. The subtext of difficult conversations. The muddy informal grounds ouside the agreed-upon playing field. A few lines more added to minutes, much more grave than a few lines more added to a segment of code. Bright sky, pale light.
(Aus der schwierigen Jugend von damals sind die schwierigen Alten von heute geworden, und man verliert sich wieder in unbequemen Sichten auf Demographie, eigene Echokammern und der Wahrnehmung, dass die lauten Gespräche ganz selten die sind, die versöhnen und bereichern. Der Ton der Schlagzeilen, die lang gesäte Ausweglosigkeit. Berechtigter Frust, übersehene Privilegien. Und der Versuch des Grabens um die eigene Burg.)