#laterthatafternoon — Public Fediverse posts

Precipitation, but as a layer between windows and houses to even further drain a grey afternoon of its colours. Somewhere in between snow and rain and some umbrellas dancing across sidewalks, also just white and black. Pondering ones own preferences, the differing plays of light, and maybe an increasing lack of fantasy too.

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Onward. Along railroad tracks and other urban infrastructure. Moon in everything, slightly dizzy and a bit disconnected. Halting states, afternoon escapism.

📷 lost-in-moments

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4pm and on. Along the path of a day just modestly satisfying. The kids below just returned home, and given the chatter and giggling in the appartment, quite a bit before their parents are about to show up. Commuting between rooms. Opting for fresh air, but not really wanting to leave the house.

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Somewhere in between spoken words and written thoughts: Listening, pondering, trying to find a straight individual position on complex topics. And a good middle ground between visions promoted by others and visions one would like to see implemented at some point. Closing in on 4pm, avoiding the model even knowing it won't go away for now.

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3pm and on. Some more modifications in the order of todays business. Adding some more notes to already lengthy pages, hoping there will at some point be a conclusion that's not all too alienating. Switching networks, terminals, sessions. And still a bit further.

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4pm and on. Configuration errors and misbehaving infrastructure and in the end just too many things get slightly off track due to misnaming and miscommunication. Breathing in afternoon sun, keeping eyes closed for a moment while waiting for dust to settle, on many levels and in different ways. The need for fresh air.

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Spät wird der Tag noch einmal hell. Gelöschte Kerzen, für jetzt, weil die Flamme in diesem Moment verloren und hilflos wirkt. Auch: Heimbüro-Abweichungen. Das Geplante und das Unvorhergesehene, wie so oft. Man bleibt am Stapel des Liegengebliebenen hängen, zu einer Unzeit, und versucht, zu ignorieren, was zu ignorieren geht vor dem langsam anbrechenden Abend. Fahrräder klappern durch die Straße, gegenüber wird gemeinsam gekocht und gelacht, auch heute observiert eine Krähe vom Dachfirst herab verschwiegen das bunte Treiben. Sonntag in seinen durchmischten Formen.

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Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.

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Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #later that afternoon #stories of weather and conversations

Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #later that afternoon #stories of weather and conversations

Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #later that afternoon #stories of weather and conversations

Sperrige Dreiecksbeziehungen: Wahrheit der Dokumentation, Wahrheit der eigenen Erinnerungen und vorgefundene Wahrheit auf dem System. Aufräumen in unklarer Wirklichkeit, angespannt, mit vorsichtigem Griff. Gegenüber sind die Schlafzimmerfenster weit geöffnet, Bettdecken und Kissen hängen über die Brüstung, flirten mit Gravitation und Tiefe. Paketbotenslalom, resignierte Parkvergehen, zweite Reihen und niemals fehlt es an entsprechenden Diskussionen. Trüber Himmel, schwere Luft, noch kein Gewitter.

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #later that afternoon #stories of weather and conversations

Suspending a few threads, for now. Trying to change from formal to natural languages, which always feels a bit clumsy at first. Too, trying to change clothes, places, moods, in the sweat of the afternoon and the indicisiveness of temporary slowdowns. Worried by observations being more and more narrowed down to a very limited set of aspects of reality. And yet failing to widen this horizon in the time at hand. 3pm. Off and on again.

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4pm and on. Small eyes to counter the bright afternoon. Recovering artifacts of an unplanned outage. Penning down the last insights of a long session in another mental thread, storing credentials, documenting newly discovered flaws and letting machines calm down then. In need of fresh air. And shadows.

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4pm and on. One more change of lights, beat, mood. Listening to the storm playing with whatever it could get hold of, in the streets, before closing the window and silencing the afternoon. Missing micro breaks, decaffeinated and somewhat drained again. Disconnecting from routines, searching for new words that feel less worn-off.

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🔌 Closing in on 4pm. Interrupt, waiting partially online while evaluating options to follow up on. Some daydreaming, staring into the sky-blue void maybe included. A moment just in between thoughts, a fragment of unplanned time.

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Afternoon blues. The unchartered realms of planning random incidents. Always too much too little of everything and precious time spent trying to get a clue how much one is off guessing probabilities. Connecting the dots, shortest path, reviewing documentation, discussing people, teams, environments who must not be named. A whole lot of complexity to replace a simple dice. (Breathing fresh air, just a bit later. Doors closed, systems temporarily suspended, checkpoints passed. More to come but not for now.)

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Closing in on 3pm. Watching again, waiting again. Repeating what has been tried before, ready to see different results after minor modifications. Not sure where to draw the line between realistic expectations and betting on random positive side-effects. Hope is not a strategy but it also doesn't hurt.

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(Am Rand der Strecke. Brüchiger Asphalt, wartende Pendler, übervoller Bus. Bierflaschen, Zigaretten. Ein Hund schnüffelt vorsichtig an einer Mülltonne. In dichten grünen Büschen diskutieren Spatzen den Frühling und die vergänglichen Wetter.)

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4pm and on, in a constant rush. Worlds and worlds behind sunglasses, racing with the clouds and the shadows: A vast multicoloured texture, hard to spot details and nuances but fairly overwhelmed by its magnitude. Letting pulse settle and then soar again. Until these familiar treelines cross horizons and the day dresses in evening once more.

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4pm and cautiously on. Slow as always once the usual beat of the hours allows for some more lenient mode of the self to be in. Listening ongoing chatter on the stairs, trying to focus on the sound of voices much more than on the actual words. And again running into that odd perception of mistaking people with someone hardly to be met at this time and in this place. Context breach. Faulty memory.

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4pm and on. Disconnected. Filed notes. A brief sigh and a window opened wide. Amazing to experience the aural mood in the neigbhourhood shift and transform along the hours. Always takes a few moments to realign with oneself. Early and late the day.

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(Blinking, finally; light of sun like caught in between the terrace railings. Office neighbourhood, a young couple sitting on the roof near the crossroad, apparently having wine as the afternoon passes on. Some wind in hair, some sense of warmer weeks in mood. Withdrawn, watching, listening.)

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🛒Undesirable tasks: Buying groceries at the organic store. Repeatedly hit in the face by a cycling helmet carelessly hanging from a backpack and noticing both to probably be much more expensive than ones own bicycle. Lost in disturbing thoughts about envy, consumerism and privileged decisions to feel comfy first and foremost. Challenging conversations, another reality. No headphones to cancel the noise.

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Closing in on 4pm. Out there somehow. Trading imaginary for actual routes, circumventing annoyances, heading elsewhere again. Inner-city afternoon traffic flowing by, letting one be a part of it for some unpleasant minutes before one finally manages to trade the smaller for the bigger roads. Rear view mirror, hills ahead, the images of being in-between once more. And always keeping dear that feeling of vague melancholy tied to these moments in motion.

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