#storiesofcodesandconstellations — 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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Along the hours and in between milestones day opted for sun. Window opened wide again. Blinds pulled up, still shivering in a light breeze. Reviewing code, trusting changes made by others but unsure about ones owns. Stories of imposters and alternating realities, pondering requirements and estimations and wild guessing. A heavy system aches under load.

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Slow down, late enough. Conversations in different settings, thoughts racing into and through different circles, spinning faster than one is used to. The unchartered territories. A dog barking in the street. The bartender standing in front of the pub, naked arms out of a thin tee and the very look makes one tremble and shiver. Taking a few moments to let the eyes get accustomed to the night. Taking a few moments to be able to see todays stars. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Finally and close to night again: Dizzy under a wide clear sky, counting the stars and failing, starting over once more all along the lines and shapes of constellations. Ancient myths, legendary animals, trips not taken and a north star somewhere in between to guide whoever believes in this. Still, there's an odd old feeling to it, distanced and soothing and a bit of the day already calms down in this pale dim light. Opening closing doors. Leaving bags where they fall down. Heavy body restless mind. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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3pm and on. Machines stumble and stutter and get lost within themselves. Fragmented memories, blocked threads, odd requests and wrong answers only. Documentation missing. Shadowplay on white walls. The inner autumn in dire need of more flowers and colours.

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