Ein Vormittag ein Gedanke ein Atemzug und ein tiefes Seufzen. Relative Längen; die Summe vieler kurzer Intervalle, die weit über den einen großen Abstand hinauszugehen scheint. Kommunikationsprozesse, Verantwortlichkeiten, Erwartungshaltungen, Herausforderungen in der Synchronisation und der unbequeme Platz mitten zwischen widerstrebenden Kräften. Tee am anderen Fenster, Zusammenfassungen und Handlungsempfehlungen und rote Fäden, die sich irgendwann im Dickicht verlieren. Aber immerhin Sonne.

(Ankommen als mehrstufiger Prozess, physisch und mental. Viele Wege gekreuzt, Gesichter des Morgens wiedererkannt, ohne Namen dazu zu haben. Dem eigenen Schatten in die Tiefgarage gefolgt, feuchte Schuhe, feuchte Haare, durchgekühlt bis auf die Haut. Zurechtgelegt, was die nächsten Intervalle brauchen könnten. Küchenkonversationen, Missverständnisse, Grenzbereiche. Gedanken tanzen durch leere Zimmer.)

9am and on. The challenges of attending in-person meetings: Wrestling ones own body language, gestures, postures, noticing all these small odds and ends of subconsciousness trying to express strength and dominance in inappropriate situations. Water instead of coffee, fruits and cookies. As always. Backlog growing.

8am and on, the morning and unexpected elephants. Indirect communication, tense topics, slightly dissatisfied. A phone keeps on ringing somewhere below, but no one seems to really bother. Another coffee and a strong wind in golden trees. Letting the flow of todays things have its way.

Also: The confusing paths of communication as soon as people encounter gaps in their common view of the world. The tendency to challenge words vaguely defined and understood. The need to step back and forth in both explaining and planning. (In some arcane sidetrack of that story, I'm sitting close to my calm inner lake, throwing small stones and watching them sink to its murky unseen depths.)

(Recognising strangers. That nagging feeling of missing out on names for seemingly familiar faces. Or maybe a leaky memory and faulty associations. Every day anew.)

Still early, outside the city. Conversations, nonformal environments and individual challenges in social interaction. Too much overthinking. As always. 

3pm. No service, no accounts, no connection. A few moments for the voice to recover, for the mind to refocus, for the old context to be gradually swapped and the new one loaded. Human mind not working like a machine but certain patterns seem all too familiar. That uncanny seconds until names, faces and roles match again. Hazy lights cloudy horizon.

Closing in on 11am. The subtext of difficult conversations. The muddy informal grounds ouside the agreed-upon playing field. A few lines more added to minutes, much more grave than a few lines more added to a segment of code. Bright sky, pale light.