#movingonmovingfast — Public Fediverse posts

Closing in on 4pm. Notification sounds from headphones, but unsure what is craving for immediate attention. Echoes of footsteps in a mostly empty office corridor. Some technical exchange few rooms from here. And colleagues gathering on the terrace, cigarettes and social interactions and there's a modest desire to join both but somehow the afternoon feels too tense for that.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast #the winter in everything

Closing in on 4pm. Notification sounds from headphones, but unsure what is craving for immediate attention. Echoes of footsteps in a mostly empty office corridor. Some technical exchange few rooms from here. And colleagues gathering on the terrace, cigarettes and social interactions and there's a modest desire to join both but somehow the afternoon feels too tense for that.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast #the winter in everything

(Irgendwo kurz vor dem Nachmittag findet man Aspekte im eigenen Code, die man irgendwann schon einmal verstanden, berücksichtigt, undokumentiert vergessen hat. Testet. Nimmt zur Kenntnis, dass die Dinge von damals immer noch funktionieren. Hinterlässt eine Notiz an geeignet scheinender Stelle. Und ist sich trotzdem sicher, diese Kurve nicht zum letzten Mal genommen zu haben. Schon wieder kurz nach 4, und auf dem Weg nach draußen.)

#outerworld #concrete city #afternoon deviations #moving on moving fast

Immer noch zwischen Orten, Schlamm an den Schuhen und Hosenbeinen und Luft in den Haaren. Wolken ziehen wieder über das Land, die Böen werden stärker. Wald, Wiesen, Raine, Grenzen, Bilder von früher. Wann auch immer das war.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Immer noch zwischen Orten, Schlamm an den Schuhen und Hosenbeinen und Luft in den Haaren. Wolken ziehen wieder über das Land, die Böen werden stärker. Wald, Wiesen, Raine, Grenzen, Bilder von früher. Wann auch immer das war.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Immer noch zwischen Orten, Schlamm an den Schuhen und Hosenbeinen und Luft in den Haaren. Wolken ziehen wieder über das Land, die Böen werden stärker. Wald, Wiesen, Raine, Grenzen, Bilder von früher. Wann auch immer das war.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Immer noch zwischen Orten, Schlamm an den Schuhen und Hosenbeinen und Luft in den Haaren. Wolken ziehen wieder über das Land, die Böen werden stärker. Wald, Wiesen, Raine, Grenzen, Bilder von früher. Wann auch immer das war.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Und dann der neue Morgen und sein noch müdes Licht. Innerer Zustand des Weiterziehens, aber noch nicht ganz willens dazu. Wasser ins Gesicht werfen, die feuchte Luft atmen, die voll von Berg und Wald ist. Hin zum Bach lauschen, über Taschen stolpern und alle Dinge an ihrem Ort prüfen, sicher nicht zum letzten Mal heute. Routinen jungen Tages vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.

#outerworld #travel #carinthia #moving on moving fast

8am, third coffee and a flow of commuters pulsing on the platforms. Always trying to withdraw from the proximity of business people, trying to avoid their conversations and moods and ones own judgement triggered this way. Skyline under clouds. October rain.

#outerworld #prague #travel #moving on moving fast #the early hours still

Weiterziehen, mit den Schatten. Dörfer bleiben zurück, neben dem Asphalt wuchert dorniges Gestrüpp, kratzig und rauh wie die Stimme und so mancher Gedanke. Wolkenfetzen auf vorsichtigem Blau, zu warm gekleidet und insgesamt etwas außerhalb der heutigen Form. Ortswechselgefühle.

#outerworld #always in between #sunday afternoon #moving on moving fast

9am. The road, in between. A changing landscape, muddy fields, green forests slowly turning yellow, golden, brown. Focused, mind both here and elsewhere and empty at the same time. Tension and clouds.

#outerworld #concrete city #moving on moving fast #always in between

With the weathers, with the wind. Arriving.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

With the weathers, with the wind. Arriving.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

With the weathers, with the wind. Arriving.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

With the weathers, with the wind. Arriving.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast #the weather in days

Auch: Regionen, in denen die Einheimischen ihre Überlegenheit gegenüber Nummernschildfremden zum Ausdruck bringen durch stoßstangennahes Auffahren, waghalsige Überholmanöver und Weiterfahrt mit heulendem Motor. Konstanz in den kleinen Dingen.

#outerworld #elsewhere #moving on moving fast

Stadt, Land, Dorf. Dicke Verbindungslinien, etwas schmalere Tangenten. Dahinziehen mit den Wolken, Dickicht ragt über alternde Leitplanken, gelegentlich strecken sich Blumen durch den Asphalt. Sanfte Hügelketten, der Horizont ist Wald, dunkel und tief, einige wenige Siedlungen sichtbar, verloren irgendwo dazwischen. Dazu die Kleinstadt, in deren Schleichwegen und Umleitungen der Verkehr zerfasert und versickert. Nicht mehr Nachmittag, noch nicht Abend. Langsames Ankommen, immer wieder.

#outerworld #elsewhere #moving on moving fast

3pm and on, and that lack of mental breath after a long motionless run. Watching others repeating shared experiences, relearning things already learnt before. Indifferently numb. The brightness of the day like behind a veil. Attention slowly derailed. Focusing on on mere body mechanics. Outlining horizons with eye and mind.

#outerworld #concrete city #moving on moving fast #home office hours

4pm and on, changing moods and places. Not sure what's more challenging - climbing steep rocks or wading through knee-deep sand. A summer and its heat put onto the neighbourhood like a thick, heavy blanket. Tourists and school kids running into each other near the train station, an endless flow of huge cars passing by, and the construction site nearby slowly shutting down for today. Pondering well-defined schedules, clouds, achievements. And the edgeless shapes of clouds.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #moving on moving fast

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.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that afternoon #moving on moving fast

4pm and on. Status updated, but only a bit. Sometimes attention gets stuck on things that went unnoticed for month and all of a sudden it's surprising how this even was possible. Adding comments to long logs. Summing up hours. And watching the flights of birds, dark under a bright white sky. Halfway out there already.

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

4pm and on. On the road. Noticing clouds veiling the sun, or sun piercing through clouds, not sure which way things are heading and who's been there first. Also: The never-changing mood of roadside attractions. Details that usually go unseen. Details that form a world of its own. Including, but not limited to dry thistles. Broken bottles. Stones.

#outerworld #concrete city #always in between #moving on moving fast

Closing in on 4pm. The big and the small, the desire to repair things left unfixed for too long - and the struggle of wading through metaphorical mud and swamp. Not even daring to imagine what else might be hidden in there. (Train tracks, wagons, screeching brakes and a station halt always nearby. Cloud gazing, slightly at odds with oneself.)

#outerworld #afternoon deviations #concrete city #moving on moving fast

4pm and on again. Switching facets of oneself, reloading that other part that relates to different daily aspects. Heading for the city, crossing bridges and the river, passing other places. New green new bloom and some hidden mud and dust in between. Skies too bright, traffic too loud. The afternoon is not waiting for anyone to catch up.

#outerworld #concrete city #moving on moving fast #afternoon in a nutshell

4pm and on. Powered down this week. Stored whichever unfinished scribble was left behind in a huge book. Closed it. Locked it. The hum of the afternoon rush, the close encounters of other people on their way, the sneaking through traffic to finally make it to the valley again.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving fast

(Too: Closing browser tabs the night left open. Unsure which random insights led into the murky world of old Unix derivatives and same as old VAX machines. The model doesn't know either. Maybe that odd nostalgia about technology being both advanced and still archaic, that roots in yesterday while increasingly overwhelmed by the new walls of todays tools and toys.)

#outerworld #home office hours #legacy technology #moving on moving fast #model conversations

4pm and on. Trains rushing by above, wheels echoing in the narrow concrete passage. Circumventing the crowded places, finding paths both short and inspiring and still trying to feel the sun, trying to avoid the cold. Also: Of inner voices and not listening to any of these.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast

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

4pm and on. Unexpected thunder followed by uncanny serenity. A sip of water, a line of documentation, a process defined but rarely used. More open ends to pile up, more moving priorities as todays late task.

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

4pm, transit lane. Highway junctions, rusty guardrails, low plants in green and dirt grey creeping out of the side trenches. Speed as a sensory experience, contradictory too: No real perception of how fast one is actually moving. Most dimensions included. Waiting for oneself to catch up, strained and out of breath.

#outerworld #concrete cities #always in between #moving on moving fast

10am and on. The sun, the frost and the roads outbound. Watching a farmer steer a huge tractor through icy fields. Silhouettes of village trees in strong light. And everything slowly fading in the hills behind. Changing places changing selves again.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #moving on moving fast