Way beyond dusk again. Somehow beyond tired, again or still, even though not in a bad way. Another brief glimpse at the ongoing night and the spots of light of backyards and streets. A deep breath in icy wind, and a short focus on ones own center before letting thoughts drift off for a while. All the stories, all the dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #close to sleep

Very much later, same as tired. Slightly different rituals, similar flows, texts and snippets and thoughts and a pile of unrelated pictures merging into one. This part of the city in an odd state, somewhere in between early week business and early year laziness, nightlights behind most windows and ornaments still swinging on the balconies. A food messenger, a late bus, a few lonely smartphones leading their owners through the current dark. Slowing down. Settling. Breathing. Many poor tools to tackle the inner noise. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of sleepy souls and restless minds

Nachmittagsschlaf. Vorabendwach. Im Treppenhaus lachen die Kinder. Irgendwo spricht eine Nachrichtenstimme Nachrichten zwischen dem Weiten und dem Nahen. Spätweihnachtslichter und Werbung in den eigenen Postfächern. Signal und Rauschen.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #sunday afternoon

Day fading. Frost remained, darkness and fog keeping the hills covered, hiding the stars and muffling most sounds. Breathing the cold, these few moments in the opened backdoor a strange habit that becomes more challenging in certain weather conditions. Here again, distant cities, im between both days and years. Stories of tenses, past and future, and various kinds of dreams. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #later that day

Nachmittagsmüdigkeit und Kommunikationsbrüche und unklare Verantwortlichkeiten und widersprüchliche Prioritäten und irgendwie kurz vor der Dämmerung doch noch etwas Sonne, genug, um die Wolken des westlichen Himmels in Pastelltöne zu kleiden, bevor das Firmament wieder dunkler wird. Große Transfers, Fernverkehrsleitungen, kalter Kaffee, kalte Hände und selbst der kurze bisherige Winter scheint sich schon in den Mauern festgesetzt zu haben. Schon wieder 4, unsicher, wo der Dienstag blieb.

#outerworld #home office hours #where we do what we do #later that day #concrete city

Closing in on 4pm and running out of ideas. The joys of parallel processing, the issues of synchronizing whatever outcome it might come up with, and the compensation of all those effects that are very much unintended. Maybe it takes a few steps back to see the bigger map. Maybe not.

#outerworld #home office hours #later that day #coffee and everything else

Disconnected systems, engines running idle, waiting to be in sync again. Complexities, dependencies, outages and side effects. 3pm and on. Taking notes, stepping back, letting things settle. And watching afternoon float on.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #office hours

Indecisive weather, wet sidewalks and navigating through crowds one doesn't feel like meeting now. A different supermarket, a cart full of empty bottles, dusty and dirty with the remains of another long summer. 3pm and on: Cleaned up. Harvested brussels sprouts. Feeling content and grateful with the late weeks of the year.

#outerworld #urban gardening #later that day #escapism #autumn in moments

Wasser in den Haaren, auf der Haut. Kunstregen, zu heiß, zu kalt, zu nass und unerwartet störend. Mehrere schwer beschriebene Momente verstreichen, bis vorsichtige Entspannung einsetzt. Watte zwischen Sinnen und Umwelt. Immer noch Navigation entlang des Planes. Das Viertel hinter den Wänden schweigt.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #slowing down

A lot later. Sunday evening mood, with a new week knocking already. Random visuals random sounds. Vapour music. The neighbours still having dinner and apparently have been so for hours, with the candles almost burnt down now. No wind even with windows opened wide. Night is hesitant today and so are dreams, it seems. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day

Agents, algorithms, event queues and the boundaries of systems, whichever kind. Staring into wirings, trying to make sense of why things are put together just like this. Somewhere in between analytics and archaeology, and some crucial component always is severely outdated. Closing in on 3pm. Nervous and tense.

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Pausenzeichen nach langen Stunden. Abendverkehr, Scheinwerfer unten in den Häuserschluchten. Beobachter mit Abstand, erstaunt über die Bilder, die das Büroviertel dem fliehenden Tag offenbart. Überreizt und benommen. Unordnung auf dem Schreibtisch, Unordnung im Postfach, neue und alte offene Enden und von allem viel mehr, als sich im Heute noch sinnvoll greifen lässt. Weiter auf kaltem Beton. Quer durch die Stadt, noch nicht angekommen, noch nicht zufrieden mit dem Stand der Dinge.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #office hours #returning

Ending another day, welcoming another night. Conversations off the known tracks. Rabbit holes of different archives, including digital history, suddenly digging through images and words compiled ages ago, by oneself and others, and trying to figure out whether memories that seem tied to them are ones own. Chapters and paragraphs of irrelevance, but strangely drawn to it by its very aesthetics. Resuming old projects, still just to notice they don't resonate anymore. Looking back, dreaming forth. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of late light and late minds #wherever we watch the world sleep

Wie die Wege verschwinden auch die Beete immer mehr im braunen Gelb des Herbstes, und der Vorabend nimmt selbst diese Tönungen mit sich. Fuchs und Waschbär dokumentiert, Vögel gefüttert, Rumtopf verlagert. Die Wasserleitung ruht, die meisten Parzellen auch. Ein weiteres Gartenjahr setzt sich zur Ruhe. Die Seele muss noch aufholen.

#outerworld #concrete city #urban gardening #later that day

The late hours, finally. Network flaws, firewalls and lost links. Responding to messages that might want to wait until tomorrow but somehow not willing to have this on the early morning list. Noticing the gradual change of the colours and structures of lights on the neighbours balconies, different shadows of a new crowd in familiar appartments, and a cat sleeping on a windowsill, not paying attention to anything. It's all about strategies. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of late light and late minds

The city the evening the piano and a few chords. TV stations to fill some of the appartements across, a continuum of textures and shades to carry distant worlds into narrow spaces. Moist yet cold air, a sensation of winter, and the chatter of teenagers that roam the bus stop. Every single breath a very own story of a very own night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of late light and late minds

Weiter im Tag, Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens, zwei Kassen, lange Schlangen. Lampen über dem Gemüse scheinen zu flackern, unsicher, ob Fehler in der Elektrik oder in der Realität. Kleine Kartoffeln, frisch. Steinharte Avocados aus der weiten Ferne, und auf den Selbstzahlerterminals prangt ein sauberes neues Schild mit altvertrauter Nachricht. Konstanz im trüben Vorabend. Es beginnt wieder zu regnen.

#outerworld #sdgm #later that day #concrete city #stories of people and machines and realities of control

Unklar, ob feiner Regen oder dichter Nebel. Dazu feuchtes Laub, Asphalt, Kohlenfeuer. Über dem Viertel liegt ein weicher Teppich, der sich um Kopf und Sinne legt und selbst jene Untiefen verbirgt, in denen noch die Echos des Tages singen. Schritte über nassen Grund. Kurze Gespräche. Und ein fernes Abendläuten hinter den Häusern.

#outerworld #concrete city #escapism #autumn colours #later that day

Very much later and some facets of the day still roaming the stirred-up mind. Shadows, different silhouettes same intensities. Neighbours burning incenses on the terrace and there's a breeze of past and memories to that evening. A very short attempt of browsing for an appropriate playlist, reading a poem instead to let focus wrap around a different flow of words - and closing todays book then. Contemplative, always. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #evening hours #late stories past twilight

(Der Garten. Die frühe Dämmerung. Die Nachbarn, die sich zu zu lauter Musik in den Lauben verstecken. Neue Sonnenblumenkörner, Meisen, Spatzen, und einige verbliebene Beeren unter dem Feuerdorn. Der Herbst greift mit kalten Fingern durch die schütteren Haare.)

#outerworld #concrete city #urban escapism #later that day

A lot later again. Listening to the breath of a nightly city, the various different ways of filling these hours. Retreat into dreams being but one of them. A sound of random music, strong reverb, dark chords, and lips that seem to sync to whichever vocal line needs to be chanted all along. Letting the candles burn, still. Too tired to think too tense too settle. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #the evening silence

Nebenan im Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens findet man sich schnell wieder zurecht, entlang der leeren Korridore unter grellem Neon, ignoriert die Musik und die Werbung aus den Boxen ebenso wie die saisonalen Angebote und die Wutpresse. Wenn klar ist, was in den Korb soll, bleibt der Durchlauf beherrschbar, und die Wesen des späten Nachmittages nehmen ohnehin kaum Notiz. Frühe Dämmerung, fahler Asphalt. Heimwärts.

#outerworld #concrete city #sdgm #arriving #later that day

Somewhat later, unsure of hours and place again. Moon contemplations. Feeling the distance in legs and feet, a certain dizziness of heights and the vast load of impressions collected all along the way. Small rooms, dim electric light, not asleep yet but already dreaming. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #carinthia #travel #the mountains afar #later that day

Past noon. Randomly in between work and time off. Sometimes arcane inner tensions are felt stronger when everything else calms down a little. (Fog torn open. A weak sun, but at least that's something. No songs for the moment but still searching.)

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of technology and temporary fixes #where we do what we do

Much later. Different skylines lit by other lights. The sound of an airplane in a loop heading into unknown distance. The various moods of travelling, and the various moods of staying and falling asleep in different places, out of touch with the neighbourhoods and still somehow part of it, at least for a while. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #travel #prague #later that day #always in between

Immer gleiche Orte: Treppenhaus, Wäschekeller, Hinterhof. Die Lichterketten an den Balkonen und Terrassen werden wieder heller, wirken fast etwas trotzig unter dem unverändert grauen Wolkenmeer. Kinder der ersten Etage wollen noch nicht schlafen, elterliche Ansagen verhallen in überdrehtem Kichern. Nebenan rollt die Vespa in ihre Garage. Nah allem, fern von allem.

#outerworld #concrete city #urban escapism #later that day

(Vorabendstunde und Vergessenes, unsicher, ob manchmal die Achtsamkeit Dinge übersehen bleiben lässt oder das Unterbewusstsein lieber zusätzliche Wege in Kauf nimmt, um allzu viel Stillstand zu meiden. Sommerurlaub der Kneipe, verkündet ein staubiges, ausgeblichenes Schild, das sich seit Jahren nur im Datum ändert. Auf dem Balkon weiter oben werden Flaschen geöffnet. Man prostet sich zu und lacht. Goldenes Licht in buntem Laub. Wieder kehrt die Stadt heim.)

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of afternoons in between seasons

Protocol contravention, branches in software not traveled before in ages. Sorting out invalid messages and trying to keep them in documentation, at least as a bad example. Also, obvious inaccuracies, tense discussions, limitations on both sides and things unlikely to get much better. Close to 4pm. Some lights, commuters and always in motion.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #slowing down in fast steps

The late hours, blank slates. Applications set to forget their share of history and there are too many considerations attached. Ending up in a constant deja-vu while trying to discover new routes through territories most likely charted before. Here be the dragons we know. Watching smelling feeling the flame of the candle dance in evening breezes. A saxophone is playing outside, somewhere - or maybe just the mind wishes there would be. Relying on input, savouring outer realities, lacking music of ones own. Sleep as an option but how far do we get this way? (Have a calm night wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #half awake half asleep #where we are a part of everything

Almost out of the day again, and yet still following up on its late needs. Too: A quiet look at a quiet city. Not that much awake anymore. Watching log files float by. Collecting stars from within dense clouds, random sightings and always a pleasant find on a sky of mostly dark grey. Listening to the neighbours proceeding in their evening rituals in between kitchen, bedroom, evening news. Watching cigarettes glow on the balcony again. Resisting dreams for now, without really knowing why. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of constellations

Zwischen Hütte und Forsythie, halb im Grau und noch halb im Takt. Der Puls schlägt mit den Sekunden, nebenan gräbt man durch leeres Beet, eine Böe schüttelt erste trockene Äste und Blätter aus dem Kirschbaum. Vertraute Blumen, Filme anderer Jahre, man holt Stimmungen aus der Kommode, probiert sie an, legt sie zurück, seufzend, weil sie immer noch gefallen und man ihnen trotzdem entwachsen ist. (Eine Ahnung von Sonne verfliegt im gelben Laub. Zu dünn die Jacke, Gänsehaut. Und reife Tomaten auf dem Brot.)

#outerworld #later that day #escapism #urban gardening #summer moves on

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #home office hours #stories of weather and conversations

Ungezählte, ungefühlte Stunden später, graue Himmel, leere Gedanken. Anspannung weicht, verschiebt sich, räumt den Platz für andere Lasten. Straße unter den Rädern. Die Stadt zieht heim, Gewitter liegen in der Luft und alles ist träge, klamm, müde.

#outerworld #afternoon deviations #concrete city #later that day

Merklich später, aus dem Takt und neben sich. Konstellationen über den westlichen Dächern, Mond im Hinterhof, Licht, das eisklare Träume verheißt. Der Montag dauert noch an, Kommunikation tropft durch verschiedene Kanäle, gegenüber streichen große Bürsen über die Wände leerer Zimmer, hüllen sich freie Räume wieder in jenes Weiß, das Wechsel und Neuanfänge, Bewegung im Viertel, Veränderung in den Treppenaufgängen trägt. Auch: Verbindlichkeiten, Unordentlichkeiten, Ungereimtheiten. Die Schatten lachen, eine wache Katze jagt Motten. Langsam kühlt der Sommer aus. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #always in between #stories of late light and late minds

Standing in dense darkness again, looking back at the hours that made the day. Encounters, conversations, different cities and everything feeling a little more pale than usual. Listening to the creek instead, mentally trying to let leaves sink down to its surface and watch them floating into distances with the waves. Hoping to shape dreams before night finds its way again. Be safe in your sleep everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #later that day #half awake half asleep

(Die Kohle verglüht. Transparente Flüssigkeit aus kleinen Gläsern, ein Geschmack von Anis, die Luft voller Heu und Gras. Alte Musik drängt sich in müde Erinnerungen. Geschichten, Namen, Linien zwischen Markierungen in einem Stammbaum. Eigene Historie dazwischen, wie fast immer. Helle Dämmerung. Genügend Müdigkeit für viele Nächte.)

#outerworld #the village and the hills #later that day #always in between #summer moves on

Clash of subjects when it comes to managing attention. Once again on and off routines, slightly exhausted from switching context a bit too often, and mixing up things that ought not to relate. Unplayed piano chords, small lanterns on the bookshelf, different lights different moods. A mug of tea. And a few notes, in strong words, to get rid of annoying thoughts before the hours pass. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of light and the memories it conceals

Lunch break in between. The inability to cut from the daily chores for a while. Head wrapped around code and side-effects. Not sure which part of this webbed set of systems to touch first to not affect every other immediately. Stepping forth boldly, following a trail of errors. Not pleasant at all but it gets one there too.

#outerworld #office hours #concrete city #later that day #stories of sealed technology and black boxes

The clouds closing in around the trees in the backyard. A mind thinking along certain lines seeing visual glitches just along the edges of the roofs but there aren't pixels in an analog sky. Cleaning inboxes, leaving notes for others, and for ones own self in the morning. Not after proving ones own being-human to the machine of course. Lost for words to describe the light outside and maybe then and now that's the beauty of hours like this. Have a calm night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #stories of light and the memories it conceals