#laterthatdaylaterthatnight — Public Fediverse posts

Closing in on 10pm, fast steps tired steps. A recap of the hours spent since morning. With the decision to keep track even of shorter periods of time, things get messy and confused and at some point the brain needs to look at something else. Swinging between a giggle and a sigh, noticing the evening lights across the street, that appartment that's not so empty anymore, the late dinner and these candles on a large table, just barely hidden behind the curtains of the balcony door. Too late for tea too late for wine and maybe the night is willing to settle still. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Finally, concluding another long day. Wondering where that particular time went. Once more that last check on busy machinery, late the evening, to be a bit more ready to let things settle. Questions remained unanswered but sometimes it's good to have them asked and written down. A party to celebrate the weekend filling the appartment behind the corner terrace, coloured lights dancing on white walls, some shadows moving in between, turning into brightly illuminated faces then and now just to disappear in their very own twilight again. Slightly exhausted. Waiting for snow. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #no sleep no dreams just dense darkness

Very much later again. Thoughts and pulse back to normal speed. A lots of notes taken and filed for another day. A candle flickering on the windowsill, small island rocks casting archaic shadows, a strong yearning for the sea once more. Watching the street sink into sleepy darkness, late commuters returning home, old and new neighbours concluding their days, students powering down their computers and moving on to more convenient tasks. Different facets same hour and a cautious flirt with a cold bright moon. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.

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

Same day yet a lot later. Dimming the lights, flipping the mental page while mostly falling asleep even with the very first paragraph of an actual page. An ever-growing pile of books, feeling guilty for how many of them remained unread, feeling at odds with writing as a mere ritual of handling weeks and hours. Some stories touched some stories cut today. And the void of an endless nightsky, waiting for a soothing moon. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #all these stories

Another night, rather late. Different routes, different moods. Sinking for a moment into that music resounding this day, with the noise and chatter of a party, the scent of a small wooden fire waving over from another backyard or another year. Not sure right now. Emptying the glass again, yawning and ready for new ephemeral dreams and memories. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #stories of late light and late minds

Very much later again, this days story comes to a close and its words to prevail will mostly be about the season, the wind, the lazy sun and the early dusk. Collecting some of the rusty street light, some of the sounds and moods of the evening traffic merging with the neighbourhood, its houses, its concrete, its parks and meadows. Out there, returning. Doors opened, doors locked again. The echo of ones own steps. Home beyond office. And a new night. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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The early late hours again. Still operating oneself in conscious manual mode, but focus slowly waning. The day the leaves the autumn in the trees the scent of wet earth and the melodies of different lifes moving on behind different opened windows and doors on that evening. Both soothing for the soul, too stimulating for the mind however to get real rest. Running on remaining battery charge for now, a deep breath and a pale screen and no new dreams. Things to change things to stay the same. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #stories of codes and constellations

Immer wieder an der Dämmerung. Füße auf weichem Boden, Tau und Regen auf ausgeblichenen Blättern. Die Sträucher und die Beeren, rot, orange. Kinder, die Kastanien und Eicheln sammeln, und verschiedene Arten von Eltern, neben den Hochhäusern und Parkplätzen. (Der Nachmittag floh, rasend und fast unbemerkt, wie die Stunden davor.)

📷 lost-in-moments

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Very much later again. Considering bedtime rituals, varying shades of dark and the amount of mutually exclusive topics to squeeze in between the covers of a single day. The pleasant ones. And the demanding ones. Beginning, concluding things under kitchen ceilings, sipping on a late tea and watching the windows of the neighbourhood dim the lights one by one. Pub backdoor releasing a thin veil of music into the night. Floating with it for a moment, until focus wanes and hours flee. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later and seemingly early. Not aligned with the day still, not striving to be, anymore. Appending new messages to old issue reports. Dedicated services, default credentials, procedures derailed, wondering which kind of exchange might happen with random strangers running into each other in this kind of environment. Inspiration through confusion, or əxactly the opposite. Maybe not the right time to pursue meaningful thoughts, either. No shapes in the clouds, but at least a little light in between here and the horizon. Have a safe night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #stories of late light and late minds

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Beyond dusk once more. Training ones own ability to tell the current time from listening to the chatter and music and noises of the tired yet still awake neighbourhood, the sound of dishes and late dinners and bottles and the opening, closing of balcony doors, to the street, to the backyards, to the darkness that feels like just floating in with the wind once more, embracing, indifferent, here because it just has to be this way. Sunday evening rituals. Sunday evening mood. The usual flow. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #later that day later that night #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Much later. Brief interlude of a lazy sun, late, somehow out of place, faded soon. The clouds seemed stronger even in this evening. A little lost for words, listening to the various channels and streams of communication permeating the various layers of this ever-conscious world. Wondering to play the piano a bit, but the chords won't align with the mood and each other. Now, waiting, for sleep, and some light dreams it might carry. Not too many expectations though. Have a quiet night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #no sleep no dreams just dense darkness

After all: Letting pass a day of rain and sun gambling without either one really winning. Trying and struggling to brush off the greasy dust of the hours. Once again, involved into strong disputes with various inner voices, again without either one really winning or making a better point. The model doesn't know any better than echoing the loudest arguments, and maybe that's part of the very issue. (Still about to step out of the flow. Wondering whether that border of being tired enough to sleep has already been crossed again. Have a soft night wherever you are.)

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(Tageskreis schließt sich, Ordnungsversuche in der abendlichen Küche. Harte Schatten, grelles Licht von unten, in den Innenhöfen wird allerlei Unrat zusammengetragen und auf einen Anhänger verladen. Gelegentlich klappern und dröhnen Dinge, verbunden mit mehr oder weniger unterdrücktem Schimpfen. Noch ein Tee dazu, und die Erkenntnis, dass einen die besten Ideen entlang der Strecke ereilen und danach wieder verlassen. Gewohnte Muster.)

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Much later. Ending a day that feels off the flow of weeks, a day that had its own pictures and joy and shadows and unexplained waves of melancholy. The neighbourhood sounds like late weekend, a distant train is howling outbound. Candle burning still, for a moment, window opened wide. A welcoming of the dark once more. Have a quiet night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #in between

10pm and on. Ends left open, ends laid to rest. Late commuters on their way home or elsewhere. A music evening at the pub, week's still young and yet people follow the call of lights and sounds, indifferent about the morning beyond the horizon. Sleep walking through silent streets, a shadow a dream a memory a hope. Have a calm night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #in between

4pm, changing context changing places and afternoon almost turning night again, at least in its perception of brightness. These are the weeks where winter and spring are entwined inseparably and ones soul keeps bouncing back and forth between both. Too much caffeine, too much thrust.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #office hours #moving on moving fast

10pm and not much further. Finding items in different bags, still too many of both to keep things permanently sorted. An ordinary working day comes with needs a day off doesn't know about. Restructuring ones own patterns of thoughts, emotions and behaviours. Always be all of it, but try to focus on relevant aspects. Tasks that sound by far easier than they are. Every Sunday anew. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Far off, 10pm and slightly dizzy. Ready to let go of the day, cautiously peeking across the lines of dawn and morning, in between expectation and vague anxieties. Across the street, evening is still in full swing which means a table with candles and people nearby, a dimly lit desk with a pile of books, a bright huge TV featuring fast cuts through fictional worlds. Orion above the roofs, scent of humid soil and moist grass waving through air like a soft, dense veil. Trying to slow down, not sure about to expect any dreams. Have a calm night wherever you are.

📷 a-different-void

#a different void #later that day later that night #late sunday #outerworld

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.

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Finally, and still not yet. Clinging to the day and its challenges for a bit longer, watching code pass through checkpoints, do what's to be expected, fill its logs with unsurprising data to become unsurprising history immediately. Where's the needle if not even given directions to the haystack? Most of the analog-world metaphors don't even wait for that second glance to expose obvious weaknesses. Late traffic grumbling in the crossroads, neighbours youth keeping engines running idle, huge cars, and that sound of bored power waiting to get a real go. Cat, same as bored but slightly less powerful, resting on a chair judging the world and ignoring everything else. Coping rituals, moments before sleep. Have a safe night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #no sleep no dreams just dense darkness