#thelatehours — Public Fediverse posts

10pm and on. Copying and failing to correctly file drafts. Feeling the urge to call it a day, yet restless and unwilling and clutching to whatever started, whatever was left unfinished today. Collecting random dots of light, maybe windows maybe artificial stars maybe fireflies real or imagined. Noticing the late city and ones own borders, breathing, before loosening the grip on the hours once more. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #no sleep no dreams just dense darkness

Later and indifferent, slightly lost track of daytime as darkness came down like a soft veil again, carrying the scent of moist river banks and close-to-blossoming parks and everything that found its place after the wind seems to have taken most of the wintry elsewhere for now. Unsure, but maybe just sticking to this very imagination of grey days passing is soothing in some way. (Home office window closed for now. Summing up. Concluding. Another page turned. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #slowing down under open skies

The night: A reoccurring collection of thoughts and inner states one is slowly drifting into, noticing and yet being unable to very much control. A candle still flickering, a mug of tea that turned cold, a minor chord and somehow every melody connected to it leading into a weird kind of dissonance. A play of words turned into a play of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #saturday night urban blues

Later again, feeling like a lot but somehow unsure about that. Winter briefly went through again today, cold, grainy, wet, indecisive. The birds are still out there flocking in the backyard trees, leaving the night a noisy and distracting experience. Trying to reach inside for a moment, to find some calm amidst all that different swirling leaves of thoughts. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep #the winter in everything

Sehr viel später verklingen alle Konversationen und Themen der zurückliegenden Stunden, wechseln die verschiedenen inneren Betriebszustände erneut und machen Platz einer alles durchdringenden, alles umfassenden Müdigkeit. Noch einmal Kunstregen auf der Haut, aber weder Klang noch Temperatur des Wassers finden Anschluss in den Sinnen. Die Welt außerhalb ist fern und das Zeitgefühl längst aus der Bahn getrieben. Erste Träume noch vor dem Schlaf, noch anstelle des Schlafes. Have a soft night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #always in between

Very much later. A brief moment of serenity. That spot of quietness within, watching thoughts spiral at high speed and feeling unable to identify particular details. Cat on the windowsill, dark silhouette against the outside world, static and indifferent. There's some party going on at the pub, coloured lights dancing along the street included, a bowl housing shivering flames, a worn-down brushed carpet. No celebrities, just that familiar crowd and the evening it decided to bring. Distant observer, stories shaping themselves. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #slowing down

Hours later and back again. Concluding the day the weekend and stuck in the usual mood for this particular time. Thoughts unsorted, mind off track. Music from somewhere across the backyards, some vaguely familiar movie end theme but without real, matching pictures to be visible even just to inner eyes. Monday close to this horizon. A filled agenda, fast pace few gaps and somehow already in there, more than just a bit. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the late hours #concrete city #returning

Past 9pm, feels much later, slow breath, sleepy and detached from these hours. Clean dishes dirty dishes and a teapot, mostly empty. Diffuse lights on a hazy windowpane, the city outside feeling like but a layer of shapes and colours, forming images but lacking any depth or structure. Music from the pub, a bit more noisy today, not annoying but just not blending with the current mood very much. Yawning and turning down heat. Early night but late enough again. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #saturdays

No more rain no more fog and clarity of early night in between houses. Different shades of neon, an annoyed bass guitar line from the pub, bit louder than usual. Electric scooters rolling down the street, heading for the alley and into the park. Candles behind the windowpane across the street, casting dim light on two faces close to each other. An uncanny sudden urge to chocolate and cigarettes but lacking both. Late entry, a random watching code do a bit more of its work before focus completely wanes. Something's always weird. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #close to the starless void #late code late work late errors

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening

And then the day withdraws and takes most of its light to the distance separating present from past. A bunch of pictures unsorted, few preparations done, not yet completely willing to take a peak beyond tonights boundaries. Rituals, back to common flows. And a quiet hope for rest, before that. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #sunday evening