☕ Way before 7am and already again entangled in having the world explained to one. Daily exercises in not paying attention. Taking a few slow steps on the smaller, more quiet sidetracks. Focus on breath, the pastel skylight, the floating clouds to delay sunrise. Keeping some calm within.
Closing in on 3pm. Deviations and returning back on track. Sore throat, feeling a bit more tense, a bit colder than desirable, opting to keep tone down and voice quiet for now. Moving forth, in between mirrors and blurred neighbourhoods and a city slowly drifting into weekend.
Im Schwung und schon wieder halb aus dem Rhythmus. Nachmittag oder früher Abend, dem Licht und dem Wetter sind derlei willkürliche Zeitzuschreibungen egal. Leiser Verkehr auf den Querstraßen, eine Straßenbahn vor dem Haus, einige Bürobewohner debattieren im Innenhof mit dem Hausmeister und die Gestik lässt Themen geringer Schwere vermuten. Notizen an Tickets, Zweizeiler und Zustandsbeschreibungen. Taktik der kleinen Schritte. Unzufriedenheit der kleinen Schritte.
3pm and slowly on, heading out with the early afternoon flow. Different categories of early weekends, always in some state of hurry, drafts and edits and not worrying about missing passwords for now. The road again, instead.
Same grey new day and dense clouds carrying thin rain across the hills once more. The art of sorting: Luggage, apples, tomatoes and whatever else wants to travel today. Closing in on 10am. Kind of slow, indecisive and yet in motion.
Schlaf als Chance, als Wunsch, als Gast. Türen schlugen, die Nacht brandete in den Straßen und irgendwann übernimmt wieder die eigene Unruhe. Wasser im Gesicht, Wasser im Mund, Startprozedur, Kaffee, Frühstück weit genug oben, um die Dinge zu überblicken, ohne sie unmittelbar zu berühren. Schon wieder halb auf dem Weg. Habt es mild heute.
9am, morning still just slowly unfolding. Packing and sorting. No sun so far, a line of hills carrying the weight of a grey dense carpet again. Leaves, a bit brighter, more colourful with every day and maybe at least this feels soothing somehow.
Heading for 4pm. The clouds changing shapes and sizes and still there seem no animals to spot in there. Pupils returning home, there's always dynamics of small groups and it's always both amusing and concerning to see this play of power. (Increasing amount of situations for the machines to verify ones own being human. No idea what to make of that. But it seems tied to solving simple puzzles and maybe that's not too bad after all.)
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