Finally, late early hours and letting go of todays lights. Broken translations, stuttering machinery, unsure whether to still pay a closer attention to what's running uneven below the surface. Morning will have hours to sort things out. Trying to pull together all conscious thoughts left at hand, shaping them into clouds and constellations and miraculous animals solid as mountains fragile as snowflakes and here to stay here to fade with the dawn to draw near. Inner dialogues, watching neighbours on their late night rituals. A drink a cigarette and turning pages. The missing poetry in the sidenotes. Have a decent sleep wherever you are.

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Sunday fleeing, once again. Moon, clear and cold amidst a thin layer of clouds. The evening shows still airing, the neighbourhood screens still flooding homes with pictures and most likely sounds. Silence in the backyards, a single car leaving for the road the bridge the highway. Maybe. At some point, night and actual reality just dissolves in stories and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Somewhere later again. Briefly summing up the day, the week, reviewing mental notes taken along the lines. Agenda outlines, things that might be needed to do, looming deadlines and slowed-down responses. The evening in between the hills is dark and cold. Listening to the winds and whispers in the bushes, for a while, before turning down the lights and leaving things to themselves. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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The later hours. Music faded, lights dimmed, the pub seems more quiet than usual during this time of week. A cab passing through the crossroads entering the street, about to pick up a young couple and two huge suitcases. And for a moment mind starts wandering across the houses. Considering appartments and balconies and feeling surprisingly concerned by the idea that many of them might be just home to very temporary inhabitants. But maybe that's nothing for now to care about. A deep sigh, a quiet breath, and always one dream on the shelf for situations like this. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Finally and once again, welcoming night while standing in an open door. Bushes and barn just dark grey structures in an even darker surrounding, the meadows an invisible source of microscopic noises and and small late dwellers following up on their very understanding of time and purpose. A creek, in its continuous flow. Hiding from the firmament for now, not that ready to bear that feeling of vastness it emits. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Another night, rather late. Different routes, different moods. Sinking for a moment into that music resounding this day, with the noise and chatter of a party, the scent of a small wooden fire waving over from another backyard or another year. Not sure right now. Emptying the glass again, yawning and ready for new ephemeral dreams and memories. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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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.

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Later again, or earlier, depending on what to relate to. Chatter and laughter near the bus stop, a crowd of teenagers on their way into this night, and even knowing things are subject to change, mind for a moment is soothed by the idea of this being all the same bunch of people all the time, for whichever reason this should matter. Nervous enough to not sleep at all yet tired enough to probably not make it past more than five lines on any page of any book at hand. Remembering what filled the early hours, and visualizing the road in between. Talking overgrown paths and circles. Once more. Returning to oneself, and be it to find temporary retreat and rest. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Very much later again. Batteries drained. The aftermath of random social encounters on too many roads. The side-effects of misbehaving technology and black boxes. Sitting in twilight breathing another night and trying to refocus on noticing the details in mood and sound and light that make the textures of the fleeing day. Considering ambitious planning and the limits of ones own capabilities. No conclusions, but an inner state vaguely unsettling. Waiting for it to disappear again. Maybe. Be safe in your sleep everyone wherever you are.

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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.

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Very much later again, this days story comes to a close and its words to prevail will mostly be about the season, the wind, the lazy sun and the early dusk. Collecting some of the rusty street light, some of the sounds and moods of the evening traffic merging with the neighbourhood, its houses, its concrete, its parks and meadows. Out there, returning. Doors opened, doors locked again. The echo of ones own steps. Home beyond office. And a new night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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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.

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Later again, still in a flow of data. Forking, joining, hoping for the steps in between to be in the right order and passed on the right conditions. Outside the city decided to go for old music, a strange vibe of cheap techno echoing in between old facades. Bright headlights of a car parking second row, some laughter some fast steps and a heavy door falling shut. Travelers returning, leaving summers and distance behind, spreading a familiar and still overwhelming sense of melancholy all across these weeks. Golden leaves, ripe chestnuts soft in hands, years in stories. And always a bit behind things. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later again. Pondering past bad habits, overcoming them, envying former selves for their ability to rewire inner circuits in a lasting way. Rooms opened wide the outer world, smelling hearing feeling the dense early night, humming a song that fiercely made it to attention without remembering why. Tracing back some more lines until mind refuses to go any further. Here enough, for now. Humble and grateful. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Out there again, another late summer day waning and night gets cold rather soon. The ash tree an invisible giant right above, sound of leaves in a breeze. Dogs barking along the outer road, a motorcycle heading wherever these routes lead. Grasping for the silence that hides in between everything, and still failing to cover ones own continued unrest. Ongoing attempts. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later and seemingly early. Not aligned with the day still, not striving to be, anymore. Appending new messages to old issue reports. Dedicated services, default credentials, procedures derailed, wondering which kind of exchange might happen with random strangers running into each other in this kind of environment. Inspiration through confusion, or əxactly the opposite. Maybe not the right time to pursue meaningful thoughts, either. No shapes in the clouds, but at least a little light in between here and the horizon. Have a safe night everyone wherever you are.

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Early evening, oddly late in its darkness, and perception of time is still slightly deranged given the weeks floating by, the planet heading forth on its course, sun moving south again. Silence; heart brain mind pulsing in its own rhythms, more felt than heard. Bar doors opening, a rectangle of light growing and shrinking on the sidewalk. Sky invisible, in the mood for rain. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Later again. Still, practising the art of disconnection, for the evening. And still struggling. Whirling thoughts, around many different fixed centers, somehow trying to stay clear of all of them to not be pulled away and taken in. The houses across the street are dark again, a few candles just behind a few windows and tip of a cigarette on a balcony, distant scent of its smoke but maybe just an imagination below starless clouds. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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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.

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Nachmittag, späte Sonne. Räder schneiden durch tiefe Pfützen, schlagen Wellen. Passanten am Wegesrand, Wind im Gesicht, zu warm zu kalt und schwingend zwischen aufgezogen und müde. Der Tag hat seine Aufgaben noch nicht niedergelegt, die Töne hallen nach, die Werkzeuge bleiben in den Händen. Und weitere Zwiegespräche mit Wespen. Diesmal aber auf neutralem Boden.

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