#halfawakehalfasleep — Public Fediverse posts

Far after dusk: The outer silence and the inner sounds. Stories of tensions and hard shells and the worlds sealed within. Friday evening city readying for weekend, a few tables in solemn decoration, a few guests a few unseen pedestrians and a late bus, empty. A door unlocked, below. And a dream at arms length, still about to find its colours. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #half awake half asleep

Later again, tired again or still and wondering whether some fog remained out there. An intense perception for the river the meadows the trees and bushes and those still on their way with the fading day. Skipping through tracks, hard to find resonance. Doors of a car falling shut, a loud noise echoing in the mostly silent street. Phone calls nearby, the pub in green light, shadows on the sidewalk and tempted to share a drink from a distance. Flipping through some pages instead. The need for rest the waking new dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #half awake half asleep

Many hours later again, concluding a day devoid of real structure. Things one needs to get used to. Across the street, some more appartments removed illuminated stars and strings of lights from their windows and balconies, hinting the year's moving on quickly. A cab near the crossroad, heavy suitcases, two people, thick winter clothes and suddenly the cold making its way through the glass becomes a lot more palpable. A deep breath. Music from somewhere along the ages, in and out of hand and Tempers as an infinite loop. The art of slowing down without having been fast before. Have a calm night wherever you are.

#outerworld #grounded #concrete city #half awake half asleep

Later again, feeling like a lot but somehow unsure about that. Winter briefly went through again today, cold, grainy, wet, indecisive. The birds are still out there flocking in the backyard trees, leaving the night a noisy and distracting experience. Trying to reach inside for a moment, to find some calm amidst all that different swirling leaves of thoughts. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep #the winter in everything

Night motion, hours beyond dusk and slightly dizzy. Deviations, mirrors, corners and ones own shadows on oneself and everything else. Also, elsewhere: Estimates and plans. Unmet conditions. And the oddities of behaviour displayed by software making its way out of predefined environments. No easy fix. But feels like having been there before. (Powering down. Emptying the mug. Facing cold air for a moment. Reading mind and soul for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #stories of technology and backlogs #half awake half asleep

The silence of streets close to midnight. Resting offices, a dimly lit library behind huge windowpanes. Cabs heading for the train stations, the outskirts. A tram, almost empty. Some late souls, arriving, heading on. Cold concrete, blue spotlights, a vast illuminated tree on an otherwise dark balcony. Facades and trees and too tired to pay much attention to either of those. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #half awake half asleep #the late hours

Music for the night, unsure about sleep when thoughts are still soaring.

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#twin tribes #post punk #music for nights #half awake half asleep

The late hours, blank slates. Applications set to forget their share of history and there are too many considerations attached. Ending up in a constant deja-vu while trying to discover new routes through territories most likely charted before. Here be the dragons we know. Watching smelling feeling the flame of the candle dance in evening breezes. A saxophone is playing outside, somewhere - or maybe just the mind wishes there would be. Relying on input, savouring outer realities, lacking music of ones own. Sleep as an option but how far do we get this way? (Have a calm night wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #half awake half asleep #where we are a part of everything

Much later again. A change of place a change of worlds, and still waiting for the soul to catch up. Calm skies invisible above sleepy trees, the sounds of meadows and creek and innumerable hidden lifeforms and a distant celebration welcoming the end of this week. Taking a deep sip, from the glass, from the night, from the mood to fill that very moment. Still restless, but at least motionless. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #old homes #half awake half asleep

11pm, almost. No more challenges to accept today. Some energy left but merely to shut down the evening in an ordered manner. Books closed. Clothes sorted. Dishes shelved. Prepared what the morning needs, again: Knife, board, mug, bread. Rituals day in day out. Ready for stars in an open sky. Have a quiet night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #slowing down #half awake half asleep