Nach Mittag und immer noch genügend dichtes Grau. Immer noch weitestgehend formlose Untätigkeit, als Luxus und Herausforderung gleichermaßen. Ferner: Sortieren, diesmal von digitalen Medien. Merkwürdige Erwägungen zum Sammeln und Vorhalten nicht greifbarer Bücher. Zur Halbwertszeit von Fachliteratur der eigenen Branche. Zur Geschwindigkeit, in der sich Dinge ändern, inklusive aller Folgen. Zu Nachhaltigkeit. Und zum Zuviel in vielen Bereichen.
(Watching the stream of information that makes for these hours, a bit thinner and shimmering in different colours sometimes. Other rituals give up day for night, other habits to handle everything in between. 11pm, eyes small, mind still exercising.)
10pm and on, but not for long today. Windows opened wide, the night is calm and cold. Noise of a distant fireworks that comes to an end before it really started. Sounds of tires on wet roads, brief and familiar. The hum of the other neighbourhoods, far yet close. And a random breeze in the fir, memories of forest, images of an old home. (The moments before trying to embrace sleep, amidst the oddities of Sunday evenings. Always just a step into a new week.)
10pm and slowing down. Watching the houses go darker, one balcony at a time. Sunday is about to move out, new week casting shadows and pushing thoughts. Enough to carry over, enough to start anew, a long list of liabilities that need to be addressed. In the meantime, listening to the city improvising on slow noir moods. Still unable to join in. (No sleep yet. None expected.)
Closing in on 4pm. Dropping another stone in todays pond and watching circular waves ripple to its edges. Also: The uncanny experience of receiving calls that haven't been scheduled or agreed on before. A small fly's running across the large display, not stumbling across letters and figures but somehow drawing attention away from what's being written. Clouds breaking.
9pm and on. There are good places for portable computers, bad places and couches in warm rooms. Too, again: The pitfalls of task switching that shaped most of the day still prevail. Just the tasks differ. (Models, procedures and problems carried by long threads of dialogues between the real self and the virtual consciousness. Stepping back a bit, there's a considerably odd and threatening feel to all this, at times.)