#storiesoftechnologyandtemporaryfixes — Public Fediverse posts

Many hours later, out of the day and into the night and there still then and now are shadows of crows overhead against the dim city sky, making their way to the river. A heated conversation in the street, voices heard but actors, faces hidden to the eye. A different language, an unfamiliar melody, and sorting out that slightly odd feeling that comes along with consciously noticing both. Local computers disconnected and powered down for now. Knowing, hoping that tasks started earlier will make it to the morning. Leaving a brief note on the border of todays mental page. And flipping it over again. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #shadows and nightskies #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Und dann wieder Mittag. Verschiedene Geschwindigkeiten, in Bewegung, nicht angekommen, eine Spur aus Fehlermeldungen und Dokumentation durch die Zeit gelegt, die vermutlich irgendwann zurückverfolgt werden muss. Neue Touristen auf alten Terrassen. Späte Kollegen werfen Grüße in einen schon halbleeren Flur. Papierstau, keine Diskussion mit dem Kopierer, keine Pausenstimmung. Warten auf die Rückkehr der Stadtkrähen. Mehr Himmel als Wolken.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #lunch break deviations #stories of technology and temporary fixes

Umwege in aufkommendem Sturm. Auf zwei Rädern jede rote Ampel knapp verpasst, und irgendwie ist der Schwung so fordernd, dass man nicht einfach entlang der Strecke anhält und pausiert, wenn man sich danach fühlt. Staub im Auge, etwas außer Atem, verschwitzt und Gänsehaut auf den Armen. Im Supermarkt des geringsten Misstrauens sind die Kassen blockiert; es herrscht Dissenz bezüglich der geltenden Preise, Mobilgeräte werden gezückt, Codes und Coupons verglichen und nie fehlt jemand, der genau so leidenschaftlich wie unreflektiert auf Technik und Menschen schimpft. Die streikenden Selbstzahlerterminals verharren hinter ihrer Regalwand voller Halloween-Kitsch und stark alkoholischen Mischgetränken; man glaubt sie leise kichern zu hören.

#outerworld #concrete city #sdgm #stories of technology and temporary fixes #afternoon deviations

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