#storiesofweatherandconversations — Public Fediverse posts

A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

A lot later again. Breathing out into the cold, near the back door. Keeping lights down, trying to go unnoticed, to be on ones own with this very moment. The sleeping village, the ever-present creek, the noises to only appear once you decide to consciously pay attention to. The distant city. And the phrases of lyrics that keep sneaking back into focus, randomly then and now. Enough night, and some dreams, mostly about snow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

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

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

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

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

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

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

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

Closing in on 4pm. Fingers faster than mind, resulting in ill-formed messages sent down the wrong sinks. Restarting, rewriting, rewatching, shouting at the protocol just as a temporary relief. Browsing through a pile of paper based notes, randomly able to decipher earlier days' symbols and topics. Sound of suitcase wheels in the streets, all along with tourists and tonal voices merrily discussing the incomprehensible. Messengers ringing, signals lost, forgotten passwords. Drifting into a busy afternoon.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #home office hours #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

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

🏙️ Sunrise and a cloudy sky. Stopping for a bit to watch structures move and reshape, wondering whether this day will lean to be more bright or pale. Early office hours, early conversations, cut short lacking common topics for now. Struggling to get into todays rhythm, looking at a random collection of blue boxes spread all across an agenda too fragmented to really make sense again. Familiarities.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

🏙️ Sunrise and a cloudy sky. Stopping for a bit to watch structures move and reshape, wondering whether this day will lean to be more bright or pale. Early office hours, early conversations, cut short lacking common topics for now. Struggling to get into todays rhythm, looking at a random collection of blue boxes spread all across an agenda too fragmented to really make sense again. Familiarities.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

🏙️ Sunrise and a cloudy sky. Stopping for a bit to watch structures move and reshape, wondering whether this day will lean to be more bright or pale. Early office hours, early conversations, cut short lacking common topics for now. Struggling to get into todays rhythm, looking at a random collection of blue boxes spread all across an agenda too fragmented to really make sense again. Familiarities.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

🏙️ Sunrise and a cloudy sky. Stopping for a bit to watch structures move and reshape, wondering whether this day will lean to be more bright or pale. Early office hours, early conversations, cut short lacking common topics for now. Struggling to get into todays rhythm, looking at a random collection of blue boxes spread all across an agenda too fragmented to really make sense again. Familiarities.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations

🏙️ Sunrise and a cloudy sky. Stopping for a bit to watch structures move and reshape, wondering whether this day will lean to be more bright or pale. Early office hours, early conversations, cut short lacking common topics for now. Struggling to get into todays rhythm, looking at a random collection of blue boxes spread all across an agenda too fragmented to really make sense again. Familiarities.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do #stories of weather and conversations