Later and indifferent, slightly lost track of daytime as darkness came down like a soft veil again, carrying the scent of moist river banks and close-to-blossoming parks and everything that found its place after the wind seems to have taken most of the wintry elsewhere for now. Unsure, but maybe just sticking to this very imagination of grey days passing is soothing in some way. (Home office window closed for now. Summing up. Concluding. Another page turned. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #slowing down under open skies

(Us and the clouds in a quiet sky.)

#smartphonephotography #lost in moments #outerworld #concrete city #edge of dusk

Every other week I read about some federated social network instance running into trouble due to some system outage, either following human error or technical failures on actual hardware or infrastructure issues on some provider. And again and again this feels sad, given we're in 2026, we have decentralized approaches such as dat or ipfs around, and still, just all too often, availability of full services, user data and the like depends on virtual machines with some sort of "local" storage operated by small groups or even individuals. Where did we fail to get architectures more robust and reliable than that? 😔

#technology and its amazing consequences #outerworld #rant but only half

Vormittage heißen Kaffees münden in Nachmittagen kalten Tees. Anfragelimit erreicht, Verlauf abgeschnitten, für ältere Informationen bedarf es tieferen Grabens in anderen Ablagen auf anderen Maschinen. (Schlüsselpaare suchen. Virtuelle Fenster zurechtrücken. Analoge Fenster so weit geöffnet lassen, dass der Nachmittag vereinzelte Tropfen auf Stirn und Unterarme werfen kann. Geschichten von Niedeschlag und Staub.)

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #where we do what we do

Out with the wind. A few moments, or rather fragments of these, to let mind loose of what kept the morning busy. Refitting repurposing inner compute resources. And almost instantaneously feeling weird for using such technical metaphors. (Noon and on. Expiring passwords, infrastructural hiccups, sessions cut. Waiting for flows to settle.)

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #lunch break and weather

Hinter irgendeiner der Wände hustet und lacht eine kleine Stimme. Eine merklich ältere, merklich müdere versucht Kinderlieder zu intonieren, verheddert sich immer wieder in Text und Melodie. Regen schlägt auf die Bleche vor den Fenstern, unvermittelt. Windige Stunden, unter grauem, zerklüftetem Himmel.

#outerworld #home office hours #stories of apppartments and encounters #where we are we are

(Wiping that one mail folder again. Moving appointments, but as a mechanical task, like a sieve that then and now lets more relevant tasks stay in focus. Fast-paced clouds and the sound of garbage bins in the street, along with wheels running on wet concrete. 7am, the neighbourhood's busier again this week.)

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #stories of scheduling and priorities

(Managed to reconnect to the day and evening after all. Aware of the odds and ends to follow the dawn of a new week. Yoga postures, a rough short exercise, as good as the tense body is able to. And then succumbing to silence. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #late sunday #evening deviations

Und dann neue Dämmerung über den Höfen. Fahrradbewegungen, Ketten, Bremsen, Luftpumpe, Öl an den Händen. Vorsichtiger Optimismus, Bewegungsfreiheit auf das zeitliche Korsett der neuen Woche gelegt. Und damit in Gedanken schon wieder viel weiter.

#outerworld #sunday afternoon #stories of water and weathers #concrete city

Later and elsewhere. Many voices lost to many conversations next to each other within old walls. A hallway. A ceiling far above. Sunday afternoon, clothes and hair more wet than desirable.

#outerworld #concrete city #rain and other kinds of weather #sunday afternoon

Der Tag der Fluss die Weite das Rauschen. Drinnen wie draußen. Hunde des Viertels spielen über die Wiesen, Krähen und Raben begleiten Wandernde in sicherem Abstand. Sandige Ufer, Marken von Biberzähnen im Unterholz. Die Leere des Stadtsonntags zwischen zwei Brücken. Und die Suche nach dem Stillen, nach dem Schweigen des eigenen Lärms.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday escapism #where we are we are

9am and on. Weather reports. Moist surfaces. Grey clouds. Invisible horizon. The imagery of old mental movies but here in the now.

#outerworld #sundays #waking to the day still #stories of clouds and its outlines

(Traum als ein zerreißender Nebel, hinter dem nurmehr anderer Nebel sichtbar wird. Starenzank, das Klappern angrenzender Küchen, Arie der Kaffeemaschine und ein knirschendes Fenster sperrt wildfliegende Geräusche wieder ein. Erste Schritte Flur Bad Haustür. Einige unbeschriebene Hoffnungen, manchmal. Einige umfassende Nervositäten, immer. Habt es mild heute.)

#outerworld #concrete city #early sunday morning #waking to the day #the early hours

The night: A reoccurring collection of thoughts and inner states one is slowly drifting into, noticing and yet being unable to very much control. A candle still flickering, a mug of tea that turned cold, a minor chord and somehow every melody connected to it leading into a weird kind of dissonance. A play of words turned into a play of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #saturday night urban blues

(Stadtgrenzen, Lichtwechsel, ein Sonnenkegel aus dichten Wolken, dicke Regentropfen, Vaporwave, ein anderer Schwarm über der Parkbrache. Menschen im Sicherheitsabstand. Angespannt. Unterwegs.)

#outerworld #concrete city #returning #the spring in things

Afternoon rain. Rolling hills, wet fields, a day warmer than one is used to. Adaptation problems. Pondering male stereotypes and annoying imbalances of power and finally resorting to music to cut mind from that. Close to 3pm, still somewhere.

#outerworld #always in between #where we are #stories of weathers and selves

Inspirierende Geschichten über die Segnungen einer wettbewerbsfokussierten Wirtschaft, heute: Staubsaugerbeutel. (Unschlüssiger Regen über der anderen Stadt. Und eine Ahnung von Frühling im Grau.)

#outerworld #elsewhere #all these stories

☕ Still waiting for the wake-up procedures to fully succeed. Out in the morning, out in the open. Pondering schedules and seasons, and gardening habits and muddy soil. This is here this is everywhere.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #morning and its different routes #always in between

Dorfmorgen, noch einmal Kälte in den Mauern und Gliedern, vorsichtige Wachwerdung nach den Korridoren und Wartezimmern der Nacht. Andere Vögel vor dem Badfenster. Noch keine Katze, noch keine Passanten, die Straße liegt schlafend neben Wiesen, die immer noch das Bild und die Spuren des Winters zeigen. Zu spät für die Kirchglocken, die Stunde, und trotzdem gefühlt noch zu früh für den Tag. Habt es mild heute!

#outerworld #the village and the hills #waking to the day #the early hours