#thelatehours — Public Fediverse posts
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Another few or more hours later. Returned. Sorting languages, phrases and context. Left some in the morning, some in the garden and maybe forgot some elsewhere along the way. This is still summer, the evening's still bright, the neighbours are still out there on the street chatting about vacations and weather and there's pleasure to be found in listening without actually listening too close. Thoughts like bats, on fast erratic tracks. Infinite monkeys and just a fragile idea of sleep. Have a calm night everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep -
Several hours later, a temporary full stop and listening to the settling dust. An awesome universe of what seems the acoustic equivalent to microscopic images. Sounds of buildings, structures, a moth on the wall, maybe clouds in dusk sky. Or then again just what seems to be there, in between senses slightly overstimulated and various inner noises too present to even be aware of anymore. Late enough and still lagging behind on a meaningful amount sleep. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep
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And then, yery much later: Back inside. Still, a returning into moist, stale mood, feeling sweaty the very few moments after closing that door, putting down bag, getting rid of shoes and at least some clothes. Echoes of late neighbours on the stairs. TV conversations behind some of the walls. Not consciously listening, not too interested, but hard to ignore as well. Some chords in late twilight, dusty keys and even after a few moments failing to find some viable melody line. So seems this day might deserve a break, after all. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep
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A lot later, fuzzy borders between today and tomorrow and maybe yesterday. Making it home, the last miles the steps needed the door unlocked locked again and most of the neighbouring houses already in deep sleep. Late procedures, barely awake. No conclusions. None needed. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours
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Onward into this night, finally. Having spent most of the hours inside and not really enjoyed the few moments elsewhere, this again feels like one odd day again, slightly without aim or purpose and with a much more limited set of images, a much more limited vocabulary. Stories of overthinking, input management, various kinds of noises and the slowness of certain weather. Crafting random dreams, just to let them grow and go and maybe return after dusk. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #evening deviations #summer moves on
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Evening, still or again connected and yet unwilling to accept any kind of cookies at this time of day. Browsing music libraries, stumbling across some old standards to revive but failing to fully resonate with anything. So resorting to text instead, reading between the lines, giving up on things as ones own interpretations of what's unwritten between the lines turn out to be overwhelming and confusing. Maybe this is the hour, again, to conclude, retreat, calm down. Have a soft sleep wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep
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Seemingly days and weeks and yet just hours later: An attempt to slow down but lacking real perception for the current speed or movement or position on track. Stormy evening still, windows falling shut again and again, shivering floor shivering walls and jumping at every louder noise. Tension relief. Warm tea. Artificial rain. The usual procedures. While keeping on running circles, in a way. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #the late hours
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The later hours the changing of weathers and never ceasing to be amazed by the play of light on the edges of phases of days. Also, in front of a screen still, or again, catching up on some proceedings while the mind's repeatedly trying to break out and get lost wandering through backyard vegetation, across mud and stones. Late bus, drivers ending starting another shift, cigarettes glowing near the crossroad, messages sent, messages received, not all of them in textual shape. Strategies of communication strategies of implementation and the neighbourhood coming to rest. Have a safe night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep
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A lot later, still fast paced, head in clouds feet on ground and watching the last steps of todays procedures conclude. Still tense, but also quietly relieved. A peek through an open window, there's still so much light in the city and evenings aren't long enough for everything one feels that should be done. Knowing limits, accepting constraints, playing a few chords to let the mind untangle just a bit. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #slowing down in fast steps #early summer
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Evening and slowly reconnecting the self to the neighbourhood. Skies still grey, no rain, and the music hints at people remaining in weekend mode for a few more hours. Washing off the past days, emptying the glass, straightening the rooms to not stumble across leftovers tomorrow. There's always sleep to hope for, even on the border of weeks. Have a soft night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #the late hours
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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
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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
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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
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Finally, a lot later again. Trying to still get some structure into an amorphous vast collection of odds, ends, requirements, necessities. The feel of a day like a condensed week, just vague memories of how tne morning used to take shape. Pondering growth, dubious optimizations, comfort zones and wrestling ones own sufficiently large set of shortcomings in a meaningful manner. After all, just in a couple of fleeing thoughts at the edge of tonights focus. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #stories of evenings and missing constellations #slowdown
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Evening, somewhere amidst rusty skies and rusty streetlights. Colours that kind of stayed the same ever since dusk went by. Taking a few more notes, all along the order of tomorrows business. Balancing between long, entwined phrases and pure, simple language. Unsure which of both is more challenging and more likely to be appropriate. Meanwhile below, the pub light flickers, leaving odd reflections on a still-wet sidewalk. Pondering temperatures, winter, frost and the appreciation for snow, after all. Halfway into dreams, wondering whether there will be sleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we are we are #stories of rusty lights and pale skies
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Late hours, after hours, overtime and both off track and in sync with things just one day into the week. Watching slow progress, linking different aspects of the same system and hoping for components to swing in soon. Window closed and still waiting for the room to feel warmer. The street's quiet and dark, the sky much brighter than expected and there's still that perception of soft grainy winter in and on everything. Have a soft night everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we do what we do #stories of sky and memories
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A lot later, still kind of arriving. Near an open window but just for a short moment, feeling different air bearing the same cold, getting used to the change in sound and light again. Birds cars music and some conversations across balconies. A few shadows. A few echoes. And just a vast load of afterthoughts. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #leaving and arriving
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Hours later, concluding day and week. Out at the back door again, shivering in cold air and trying to be still for a while just to have all senses perceive the village and its surroundings. Huge trees bearing heavy skies, and no stars. The challenges of slowing down, once more. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #the village and the hills
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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
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Night motion, hours beyond dusk and slightly dizzy. Deviations, mirrors, corners and ones own shadows on oneself and everything else. Also, elsewhere: Estimates and plans. Unmet conditions. And the oddities of behaviour displayed by software making its way out of predefined environments. No easy fix. But feels like having been there before. (Powering down. Emptying the mug. Facing cold air for a moment. Reading mind and soul for dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #stories of technology and backlogs #half awake half asleep
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Several hours later, just modestly content with todays achievements. There's that tendency of measuring and counting, sometimes things fall short despite of that, and there's that guilty gut feeling of muttering even while numbers and outcomes are mostly okay. Performance aspects, quality dimensions, milestones, pragmatic solutions. Unaffected by this kind of thoughts, neighbours are still taking care in redoing their living room. White paint, texture paper, strong shadows, monotonous operations. Different ways to let the evening pass. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #late stories past twilight
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Concluding a silent day, images of ice and frost in mind and slightly shaky while emptying the cooled-down mug. Listening to the city that's struggling to stay awake, yet thoughts wandering off and senses giving up on processing this,nocturnal input. A sleepy cat, a tiny star, a quiet sigh and then there's to a new week. Soft dreams everyone wherever you are.
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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
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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
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Slowing down after all. A fast moving day, a fast spinning mind, a dense quality to the images of todays dreams and of some corners visited along the path. Data unpacked, collected patterns emerged, cleaned, started over. Making things work again a second time in the same way, as a means of checking whether that idea wasn't all too off - and whether thoughts still are around beyond mere random success. Here we are, face to face with the stars and the void of a wide sky, small and restless and yet stumbling forth towards another dawn. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #stories of sealed technology and black boxes
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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.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #stories of codes and constellations #where we do not sleep yet
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Hours later, out of sync and touch and connection and focus. Again. Waiting for remote systems to load and display data, knowing it will happen just the very moment any interaction is being made, effectively interrupting whichever process has been started too much earlier. No way around it. Short periods of rain, and silence in between. Tires of cars on wet surfaces. The voice of a cab driver talking to an intercomm across the street, increasingly annoyed. Weekdays night, open and vulnerable and no dreams to cover it up so far. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we do what we do #slowing down in fast steps
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Finally, late early hours and letting go of todays lights. Broken translations, stuttering machinery, unsure whether to still pay a closer attention to what's running uneven below the surface. Morning will have hours to sort things out. Trying to pull together all conscious thoughts left at hand, shaping them into clouds and constellations and miraculous animals solid as mountains fragile as snowflakes and here to stay here to fade with the dawn to draw near. Inner dialogues, watching neighbours on their late night rituals. A drink a cigarette and turning pages. The missing poetry in the sidenotes. Have a decent sleep wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #calming down #stories of late light and late minds
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Many hours later again. Certain achievements ignored, paid a lot of attention to everything that remained undone today. Sessions expired, passwords inaccessible, a deep breath and the city outside slowed down quite a while ago. Typing some arcane commands. Waiting for things to settle, before giving in to the dreams already floating through tired air. This is not a straight line in between today and tomorrow. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we do not sleep yet
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A lot later again. Not really slowed down so far even while feeling uneasy with this kind of continuous speed. Still watching progress, small steps, random errors, odd complications. Taking notes for the new day to resume. The neighbours seem busy rolling out all kinds of coloured lights and ornaments to their terrace railings, the sparkling brightness is astounding even seen from a distance. Wanting to grasp things in paragraphs, but words seem stuck and thoughts all wound-up in itself. Little rest for the weird. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues #the late hours #stories of technology and temporary fixes