Evening, somewhere amidst rusty skies and rusty streetlights. Colours that kind of stayed the same ever since dusk went by. Taking a few more notes, all along the order of tomorrows business. Balancing between long, entwined phrases and pure, simple language. Unsure which of both is more challenging and more likely to be appropriate. Meanwhile below, the pub light flickers, leaving odd reflections on a still-wet sidewalk. Pondering temperatures, winter, frost and the appreciation for snow, after all. Halfway into dreams, wondering whether there will be sleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Late hours, after hours, overtime and both off track and in sync with things just one day into the week. Watching slow progress, linking different aspects of the same system and hoping for components to swing in soon. Window closed and still waiting for the room to feel warmer. The street's quiet and dark, the sky much brighter than expected and there's still that perception of soft grainy winter in and on everything. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later, still kind of arriving. Near an open window but just for a short moment, feeling different air bearing the same cold, getting used to the change in sound and light again. Birds cars music and some conversations across balconies. A few shadows. A few echoes. And just a vast load of afterthoughts. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Hours later, concluding day and week. Out at the back door again, shivering in cold air and trying to be still for a while just to have all senses perceive the village and its surroundings. Huge trees bearing heavy skies, and no stars. The challenges of slowing down, once more. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Later again, feeling like a lot but somehow unsure about that. Winter briefly went through again today, cold, grainy, wet, indecisive. The birds are still out there flocking in the backyard trees, leaving the night a noisy and distracting experience. Trying to reach inside for a moment, to find some calm amidst all that different swirling leaves of thoughts. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Night motion, hours beyond dusk and slightly dizzy. Deviations, mirrors, corners and ones own shadows on oneself and everything else. Also, elsewhere: Estimates and plans. Unmet conditions. And the oddities of behaviour displayed by software making its way out of predefined environments. No easy fix. But feels like having been there before. (Powering down. Emptying the mug. Facing cold air for a moment. Reading mind and soul for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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Several hours later, just modestly content with todays achievements. There's that tendency of measuring and counting, sometimes things fall short despite of that, and there's that guilty gut feeling of muttering even while numbers and outcomes are mostly okay. Performance aspects, quality dimensions, milestones, pragmatic solutions. Unaffected by this kind of thoughts, neighbours are still taking care in redoing their living room. White paint, texture paper, strong shadows, monotonous operations. Different ways to let the evening pass. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Concluding a silent day, images of ice and frost in mind and slightly shaky while emptying the cooled-down mug. Listening to the city that's struggling to stay awake, yet thoughts wandering off and senses giving up on processing this,nocturnal input. A sleepy cat, a tiny star, a quiet sigh and then there's to a new week. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

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Sehr viel später verklingen alle Konversationen und Themen der zurückliegenden Stunden, wechseln die verschiedenen inneren Betriebszustände erneut und machen Platz einer alles durchdringenden, alles umfassenden Müdigkeit. Noch einmal Kunstregen auf der Haut, aber weder Klang noch Temperatur des Wassers finden Anschluss in den Sinnen. Die Welt außerhalb ist fern und das Zeitgefühl längst aus der Bahn getrieben. Erste Träume noch vor dem Schlaf, noch anstelle des Schlafes. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Many hours later, out of the day and into the night and there still then and now are shadows of crows overhead against the dim city sky, making their way to the river. A heated conversation in the street, voices heard but actors, faces hidden to the eye. A different language, an unfamiliar melody, and sorting out that slightly odd feeling that comes along with consciously noticing both. Local computers disconnected and powered down for now. Knowing, hoping that tasks started earlier will make it to the morning. Leaving a brief note on the border of todays mental page. And flipping it over again. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

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Slowing down after all. A fast moving day, a fast spinning mind, a dense quality to the images of todays dreams and of some corners visited along the path. Data unpacked, collected patterns emerged, cleaned, started over. Making things work again a second time in the same way, as a means of checking whether that idea wasn't all too off - and whether thoughts still are around beyond mere random success. Here we are, face to face with the stars and the void of a wide sky, small and restless and yet stumbling forth towards another dawn. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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A bit later: Irregularities, decisions, patches. Processes, too. Watching the system slowly recover while day's wearing thin again. Always some of last years loose ends left to be reconnected, and at some point this can't be avoided. Inner mood struggling to stay in touch with the weather, following up on a change of temperature and precipitation, a quiet observer in the half-dark. Sleep, but as a temporary state outside the flow. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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Way later again, or at least that's how it feels. There's quite some sleep lacking from these nights, and that seems to make days feel shorter and more dense. Remaining in a silent living room, resting on the floor and listening to ice scratching the roof still, neighbours floating in music and movies, scarce traffic heading in and out, and the city gradually lose itself to dreams old and new. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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Quite a lot later and soul mind body slightly out of touch with each other once more. Aftermath of conversations, elephants, dark corners and the art to avoid all of these. Still practising. Incenses, a few candles, the scent of fir and winter. The strange void between every two thoughts, two heartbeats, two breaths - and how to fill it with whatever meaning might feel comfortable for now. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

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Past midnight, on and off. Reading Johnstone, reconsidering improvisational acting and arcane stages and random people. Maybe it's all just a mirror maybe it's all just a facet of the self ignored so far. No voices. No words. Just another character at the edge of the story.

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Finally: Concluding the day, almost at the same hour at which it started, but miles apart and quite a bit more tired. Amazing how little time the mind takes to get accustomed to the common surroundings, how fast the senses recollect the evening proceedings of a sleepy city neighbourhood. Christmas echoes, familiar movies in warm colours on huge screens. A balcony in dim window light, housing bunches of empty bottles. A cab parking second row, waiting for whoever feels like moving on through this evening. Contemplating, letting the candles rest, listening to the distance and again waiting for stars to come out. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Considerably later. Tiptoeing through the living room, not to stir up all the conversations and encounters the day left here. Sax, trumpet, piano, chords like snowflakes on sleepy avenues. The own light the outer light the fading tensions and the grateful melancholy in this. Old stories, newer continuities, early dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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The silence of streets close to midnight. Resting offices, a dimly lit library behind huge windowpanes. Cabs heading for the train stations, the outskirts. A tram, almost empty. Some late souls, arriving, heading on. Cold concrete, blue spotlights, a vast illuminated tree on an otherwise dark balcony. Facades and trees and too tired to pay much attention to either of those. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Very much later. A brief moment of serenity. That spot of quietness within, watching thoughts spiral at high speed and feeling unable to identify particular details. Cat on the windowsill, dark silhouette against the outside world, static and indifferent. There's some party going on at the pub, coloured lights dancing along the street included, a bowl housing shivering flames, a worn-down brushed carpet. No celebrities, just that familiar crowd and the evening it decided to bring. Distant observer, stories shaping themselves. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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Closing in on 10pm. Kitchen cleaned, late inboxes cleaned, a mug of tea emptied, candles sent to rest. Collecting leftovers as the day calmly retreats. Temperature management, a shower, icy rain on naked surfaces until that feeling of tiny nails sets in. Huge towels, small minds, small eyes, the overflow of input and remaining processing capacities as a natural filter. The city is quiet and so is the house. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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10pm and not much further for today. Dust still not completely settled. Tried wrapping head around different terminology and concepts and now struggling to match these onto whatever is familiar. Individual values included. Forehead on a cold windowpane, the sky dull devoid of both real light and real darkness. Neighbours handling dishes and food in a cozy kitchen and it seems this appartment doesn't consist of many more than this particular room. On this side of the street, touching old questions too: Is that home office permanently more office or more home? Unresolved. Maybe there's no answer that doesn't depend on time of day week year. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Lost in translation. Or maybe lost in transformation, unsure whether it's just about meaning that failed to find its way into words, due to the late hours and ones own limitations and shortcomings. Uncounted, unmeasured minutes spent gazing out at the dark night and its sky, at the different warm, bright, coloured, in some case blinking lights the neighbours wrapped around their balconies and terraces. Trembling even in warm rooms, not good at getting clothes right or perhaps just too sleepy for that. Slightly familiar silhouettes hurrying home from the bus, suggesting the breeze remained strong and cold for now. Retreating, disconnecting, nosetip meditation waiting for temporary dreams to take control. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Slow down, late enough. Conversations in different settings, thoughts racing into and through different circles, spinning faster than one is used to. The unchartered territories. A dog barking in the street. The bartender standing in front of the pub, naked arms out of a thin tee and the very look makes one tremble and shiver. Taking a few moments to let the eyes get accustomed to the night. Taking a few moments to be able to see todays stars. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Hours later and back again. Concluding the day the weekend and stuck in the usual mood for this particular time. Thoughts unsorted, mind off track. Music from somewhere across the backyards, some vaguely familiar movie end theme but without real, matching pictures to be visible even just to inner eyes. Monday close to this horizon. A filled agenda, fast pace few gaps and somehow already in there, more than just a bit. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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