9pm almost. Eventually the noise either vanishes or gets so common it's not noticed anymore. Ouzo and other habits of Greek restaurants. Still doing poorly when it comes to language skills. Ones own limitations, not getting easier to bear with the early night.
Nahe ferne Vergangenheit. Alle möglichen Erinnerungen, an vage Ängste, Hoffnungen und Möglichkeiten, die in den Jahren verloren scheinen. Vertraute Phrasen, irritierende Gegenwart. Ringsum atmet die Stadt, aber hier steht vieles still.
📷 lost-in-moments
Closing in on 5pm. Slightly overwhelmed by the bustling city life. Still trying to find familiar paths. Things change, things stay the same, and Bach in between...
Elsewhere again. The embracing aura of that world between trees and fields, shed by the light of passing dusk. Headlights of cars moving somewhere on the horizon, a world of soft hills and thin concrete lanes to get one through, and very little left and right of it. A narrow bridge. A calm river. A return.
10am and on. In between realities. Convinced there's a Now that doesn't belong to either city or village, to either forests nor that concrete grid, a Now that is as intense and enticing as it is transient and ephemeral. Clouds hills settlements commercial areas fields and meadows passing by at high speed. Kids standing watching behind a fence, waving hands. A tall proud bird resting on a pole, eyes focused on the infinite. In motion, on many levels.