Hours later again. Different ideas of meditation to get at least parts of the self into some sort of equilibrium. Weekend coming to a close, agenda slowly unfolding. Complex dependencies, shared views, conflicting poles. And always a bit of confusion in both. Still, city evening. Spanish guitar, not in the mood for the piano and lacking good approaches to handle oneself. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are.

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

Rain came, rain went and sometimes there's a strange timing in things. There are clouds and there are gaps they leave and there is wind and water dripping from the leaves of the road trees and all of it is encompassed by an indifferent darkness. A single candle, flickering in the breath of the half-opened window. Distant conversations, ones own pulse and a lot of shivering in silence. Have a soothing night and be well everyone, wherever you are.

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Early late hours, home under a setting sun and not really content with what the day held, but then again this not being an experience all too new. Trying to count the different shades of colours that make up the late sky to finally give up on it. Golden leaves, in a soft and almost invisible movement, randomly amazed to see how much the trees by now surpass the houses on the other side of the road. A new line of candy-coloured fairy lights on the balcony next door, and two silhouettes wrapped in hoodies. Moments of a waning summer. Have a peaceful evening wherever you are.

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Finally, once more, the evening and its glitches. Little remains of the day, like sawdust that fell from the hours going through, coating desk and books and windowpane and mind and blown into unknown distances by an invisible wind. In between different moods, few of them really kind, and trying to settle and wait for the dreams to catch up, lacking any real better ideas. Stories of rationales and strategies and ones own fallability. And too early for the soothing light of stars. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Running late again. A brief look up and out of the focus tunnel. Trying to tell hour of day from the lines the shadows draw on the outer concrete. No clues found. But the sound of kids laughing, giggling, playing in the office backyard; the unbroken fascination of water. Using a one-liner to extract current time from logfiles, clumsy and rough but getting the job done. Closing in on 4pm. Dizzy. And still heading on.

#outerworld #office hours #later that day #still in between

(Unschlüssig immer noch, lose Enden, Gartenflucht. Den Flieder entkernt, Ränder um Beete geformt aus schweren trockenen Ästen. Ein paar Steine weniger, ein paar Kurven mehr, die Hände duften nach Minze und Gras.)

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Somewhat later and somewhat off some tracks. Listening to the still bustling neighbourhood, surprised to hear that amount of activity out there. Barking dogs, old bicycles, bottles opened on the sidewalk in front of the pub. A few people resting on a few balconies, some in conversations, some hiding behind their screens. A stronger argument going on on one of the lower floors but as close as the sound seems, as hard it is to recognize voices or words and the tone leaves a slightly dark, concerning mood. Sleep is close sleep is far from here. Have a soft night still, everyone, wherever you are.

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