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.)
10pm and not much further today. A bunch of loose pages piled between hard covers, bound as to not fall apart with the next breeze of late winter wind, be it real or just imagination. Letting the candles, the incenses burn down. Catching a brief, ephemeral glimpse of the stories continuing in other houses and rooms and microcosms. And then calming down, stepping back, inviting the dark in. Have a quiet night wherever you are.
(Handschuhe, dicker Schal, gerissene Lippen. Wind immer im Gesicht, mit dem eigenen fahlen Schatten um die Wette reisen, sich immer selbst dicht auf den Fersen. Ungehaltene Ströme über Abwege, um Baustellen und Sperrungen herum. Orangefarbenes Licht blitzt, gegenüber sitzen Menschen auf einer dunkelgrün lackierten Metallbank und frühstücken Brötchen und Äpfel. Was man eben so tut, um diese Zeit.)
22:22 and on. Monday came and went by. Cars honking in a dark street, lights of the pub reflected by what seems a wet sidewalk but this night has no rain nor snow. Also, wondering where the early constellations have gone today. The scent of long-forgotten books, browsing through pages offering that inner monkey something to hold on to. Maybe not to write new lines, but at least to be distracted enough not to erase old ones. Have an undisturbed night wherever you are...
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.