Closing in on 10pm. The sound of rain the scent of rain and the mood of a day that remained grey even with these shades being rendered invisible by the late hour. Wrestling after hours, pushing columns of numbers through sheets, unsure again what conclusions to draw and where to guide attention. The right activity at the wrong time and it seems results won't benefit from that. (Decisively powering down. Exercising not-doing anything for now, untrained as one is. Coping with inner feelings of laziness and guilt while being tired enough to justify both. Lost track of time a bit. Have a pleasant sleep wherever you are, once it's here.)
đˇ lost-in-moments
10pm and on. Same hour different place and that different silence again. Backdoor open still, a small almost circular area illuminated by a motion triggered lantern, dense night already unfolding outside its borders. No sounds but nature, waves of the creek playing around stones and through unseen pipes passing the house by and disappearing in the distance. Noises of scratching, pawing from in between the hut and that pile of old wood that has been there ever since, growing and shrinking with the course of years. And maybe a cautious wind in the trees. Slowing down, reaching out to embrace this current vicinity. The still unfamiliar mode of fully being submerged in an actual moment. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
Einmal mehr Ankunft. Ruhige Fahrt durch ruhige Felder, entlang schlammiger Wege und dann und wann hart Ăźber die SchlaglĂścher alter Infrastruktur. Unbeherrschtes Dickicht neben dem Wegweiser. Ein Hund trottet den Rain hinunter in Richtung der alten Häuser. Kein Mensch zu sehen, zwischen der Stadt und hier, der groĂe Festplatz ruht im späten Restlicht, das umgebende Leben verbirgt sich hinter Rolläden und Jalousien. Ablassen vom Heute, Warten auf die Sterne.
Closing in on 4pm. Considering man/machine interaction. Talking to the model, processing responses, trying, failing, trying again. Clashing of erratic moods with deterministic systems. Soft blue gradients behind slightly stained windows, a fly in afternoon light, and the plethora of ringtones used by people in the buildings across the street. Too nervous too loud.
10pm and on and off. Infrastructure all set to go. Always unsure to spend time on automation versus doing things manually, knowing there's a difference in what's more fun and what's more efficient and sometimes it's just about getting things done once and fast. (Eye contact with moon. Drinking her pale light. Watching her course across a velvet sky. Closing this book again, no liner notes, no more chapters for now. Have a calm night wherever you are.)