Another evening passing, in that armchair near the window to gaze across the harbour and its smaller roads. One of the streetlights is flickering, and mind tries to make sense of patterns and frequency. Red and green signals of the ships seem easier to read and there's an almost hypnotic quality to those. (Putting chairs and dishes in its places. Briefly cleaning up for the new morning. A shower, hot, cold, and a soft towel. A bed. Dreams at least as an option. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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Und dann Fahrten schon wieder durch Dunkelheit. Schranken geschlossen, rote Lampe, der Zug noch irgendwo. (To be awake for days: Diesselbe Musik auf dieser Route, seit etlichen Jahren und warum auch immer. Resonanz und der Duft naher Küste. Und immer ein wenig müde.)

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(A long straight trail along the shores. Old places new places different names, unrecognised, slightly disconnected. Spinning in circles, sorting, labeling memories. 4pm and on. Dusk in the trees again.)

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Out in the ice. A breath of winter.

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Immer wieder graues Hinterland, ort- und zeitlos. Kreisverkehr, Bahntrasse, ein verfallenes Stellwerk. Alte Buchen, weiche Hügel, Wege unauffindbar, unbegehbar. Und dann wieder Abhang, Steilküste, Weite, Strand. Fast meint man die See zu hören, ganz weit draußen.

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(Staring into the white, no lines spotted and at some point eyes grow tired. Still noticing people out there between lighthouse and buoy. 9am and on, slightly restless and yet most of the visible surroundings are static.)

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Zweiter Morgen, Inselwelt, matte Dämmerung, etwas Wind auf dem Eis. Früher Bus fährt durch das Hafengelände, Scheinwerfer blinken im Kreisverkehr, bevor die Kurve genommen wurde, der Weg aus dem Ort hinaus führt. Unten klappern Schlüssel an der Tür, der Hund nebenan bellt erschrocken. Eine Möwe schwebt über die Kaimauer, hoch und derzeit leise, scheinbar gewichtslos wie eine Feder. Erwachen, immer noch, als Weg und Ziel. Merklich vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.

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Hours later, again and slowing down. Voices mostly asleep now. Emptying the bottle, opened that tall window once more as if suddenly unable to bear the heat inside. Ship crews on deck, inspections and preparations in artificial light. The hum of the other city, the whispering of the open quiet sea, some thoughts trying to grab loose ends on technology and ethics while others ponder irrelevance and humility and the path leading to the lighthouse fell asleep way earlier, now just remaining a necklace of glittering lantern pearls on a pale dark surface of frost and depth. Yawning, letting a sigh flee out to the cloudy sky. And retreating. Grateful, lost for words. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Wieder in den Zimmern. Heißer Tee. Schwere Glieder, Haut spannt. Man spürt die Strecke, hält die Ferne in sich. Und lässt dem Abend seinen Raum.

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Forests near the shoreline. Weathers, singing in tall trees. The steps turning less safe, eyes losing sight for details. Listening to the world nearby, the port, the vast and brightly illuminated ships. The challenges of keeping the mind from its usual wandering.

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