Under the dusk and in a strange kind of flow. Considering lines, circles, marks on logs, the growing of branches and the weeks of golden leaves. Still unsorted, feeling off track and too self-centered at the same time and deeply guilty for both. The soothing proximity of soft colours, the sky horizon to horizon and everything else just a small spot within. Get into your night safe, wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues pastel dusk #always in between

With the weathers, with the wind. Arriving.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Am Wegesrand in dem Gefühl, anderer Leute Heimat zu durchmessen und gerade keinen richtigen Ort zu haben. Jene Zeit, jener Zustand, in dem das Selbst Dinge abheftet, eine Realität ablegt, eine andere überzieht, und irgendwie spannt und zieht das Gewebe für unangenehme Minuten, bis man wieder in die Form gefunden hat. Samstagnachmittag, kurz in diesem alten golden Licht, das ehedem auf den Feierabend nach erfüllten Stunden schien, während dieser fernen Sommer des Dorfes hinter den Hügeln. Dann treiben Gewitter über die Felder, neigen sich Büsche im Sturm, schlägt Wasser hart auf Beton. Stadtwärts. Weiter. Wenn auch etwas zögernder.

#outerworld #always in between #along the road #stories of light and the memories it conceals

🌙 Quiet stars. Quiet moons. No streetlight no lights in windows. Eyes fail to grasp the world hiding outside. Eyes don't desire to grasp most of the world inside. Thin sleep, lurking ghosts.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #always in between #stories of sleepy souls and restless minds

Changing route for now. Circumventing the crowded squares, passing bridges and crossroads and staying focused and tense until traffic calms down a bit. Outbound roads, foggy horizon, different parts of the city under a grey cloud. But some blue sky in between still. 3pm again. Moving on.

#outerworld #on the road #moving on #always in between

Returning. The skyline, the city lights, the illuminated bridge, some bright shimmering dots floating on quiet waves. Meadow conversations, in different languages and moods. Barking dogs, chasing each other. Late bats on erratic lines and stars to notice the more the longer tired eyes keep watching the velvet cosmic void. Grateful spectator, astounded ever again. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #always in between #the sleep is a slow story

9pm and on. Exercising new routes and again and again ending up on old tracks. Overcoming forces of habits as a tedious daily work. Also, spending increasingly more time setting things straight late, knowing the self of the early hours is increasingly unforgiving when it comes to missed details. A late bus departing, a taxi waiting in the middle of the streets, suitcases, backpacks and cigarettes. Giving up on finding good music for this evening. It adheres to its own melody. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #always in between

Fireworks again. Sound only, lights hidden behind houses. The big small city. Pictures of hours and days lining up, intertwined with the leftovers of conversations and the unresolved pieces kept on the shelf for later, in between the protecting covers of books. Sunday evening mood, a wave of perception making heart beat faster and mind race around itself at increasing speed. No stars so far, no dreams and still waiting for the new dark as a mental bedcloth. Unsure whether sleepy or tired. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #always in between

Past 10pm and the heavy lightness of an early night. Not able to escape the piano for now, remembering old melodies from when the years used to have their own sound. Spotlights dancing across a silent nightsky, there's music out there too but distant and unrelated. The joys and sorrows and odds and ends of the days to fly by, always just a dream from here. Sleep tight everyone, wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #always in between

A bit later and yet almost night. Drums out there, heard not seen. Two camping chairs on the side of the road, beer and the small glow of a lighter again and again in the dark. The different approaches to escape the warmth of the houses. A police car on patrol, a dog barking at late spirits, a shadow, a breeze. Flipping through a book without its paragraphs making sense. The state close to sleep but only a bit. And a week clinging to the moment. Have calm dreams everyone, wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later the day #always in between

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.

#outerworld #concrete city #always in between #summer moves on #later that day