8am and on. Kids next door woke up a few moments ago, morning seems to spark a lot of joy and maybe this is a way to welcome weekend on the horizon. (Too: Progress in small steps. As just too often, learning by mistake also is a way of learning. Filling that book of promising solutions that didn't work out.)
Resync. The machine connected again. Parallel sessions but sequential thoughts. Inner conflicts growing from external thrust. Veil between here and the hills. Floating in afternoon. 3pm and still in between different wake states.
Mittagspause, zu spät, aber warm die Sonne, die in die Passage zwischen den Hochhäusern flutet. Nebenan steht Baugerät am Straßenrand, das Blatt einer Säge schreit eine dünne dunkle Spur in den abgewetzten Asphalt. Gelassener Busfahrer in langem Rückstau, mittendrin Fußgänger und ein merklich genervterer Paketbote. Und ganz plötzlich tritt der Effekt ein, dass sich alle Filter abschalten und man die Lautstärke, in die man eingehüllt ist, vollständig wahrnimmt. Dann werden die Schritte schneller, die Tendenz zum Rückzug ausgeprägter. Und dann Küchengespräche, Kinderbücher, Schokolade. Was man eben so vorfindet zum Kaffee. Langsam ziehen die Schatten über die Fassade.
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9am and on. Delivery notes and rejected appointments. Aligning calendars as a task of almost magical dimensions, unsure though which kind of magic. Meanwhile, enticed by the doves flying loops across the roofs, their shadows again and again running into each other, making mind wander into the murky depths of mathematics and physics and projections and rays of light. Too many things learnt and lost again.
In between: Windows opened wide, but just for a moment to let a strong breeze sort through notes and whisper amidst papers. Steps echoing in the hallway, a bit louder than usual. A printer waking from hibernation, voices coming and passing. Early afternoon and a temporary retreat from focus and determination of the flow.
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