#whereweareweare — Public Fediverse posts

Der Tag der Fluss die Weite das Rauschen. Drinnen wie draußen. Hunde des Viertels spielen über die Wiesen, Krähen und Raben begleiten Wandernde in sicherem Abstand. Sandige Ufer, Marken von Biberzähnen im Unterholz. Die Leere des Stadtsonntags zwischen zwei Brücken. Und die Suche nach dem Stillen, nach dem Schweigen des eigenen Lärms.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday escapism #where we are we are

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

(Slowly warming up and feeling how much coldness crept in with the hours. Found a few more rocks for the office desk and there's a slightly confusing breach of context in this observation. Inside outside and an afternoon bright white.)

#outerworld #the baltic self #escapism #where we are we are #travel

Lunch break, deviations and a playful wind. Few snowflakes dancing above the concrete facades, in a pale light under pale light dripping from a pale sky. Pondering models, procedures, agents, accounts. Rewiring subsystems, cutting queues and waiting for things to reach a stable state again. Colleagues on and off for their breaks, a late call an unscheduled appointment and randomizing most of the hours between here and there. Wherever that might be.

#outerworld #concrete city #lunch break deviations #where we are we are #office hours

Lost in translation. Or maybe lost in transformation, unsure whether it's just about meaning that failed to find its way into words, due to the late hours and ones own limitations and shortcomings. Uncounted, unmeasured minutes spent gazing out at the dark night and its sky, at the different warm, bright, coloured, in some case blinking lights the neighbours wrapped around their balconies and terraces. Trembling even in warm rooms, not good at getting clothes right or perhaps just too sleepy for that. Slightly familiar silhouettes hurrying home from the bus, suggesting the breeze remained strong and cold for now. Retreating, disconnecting, nosetip meditation waiting for temporary dreams to take control. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we are we are #stories of lights and illusions

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.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #where we are we are #stories of codes and constellations

Conversations lost track. Odd topics, contrasting needs. Torn again between the desire to have lightweight technology and being supportive when it comes to accessible tools. Ones own requirements and privileges, and the loneliness of seeing other demands first and foremost. Too many decisions and most of them aren't pleasant.

#outerworld #social technology #where we are we are

3pm and slowly on, heading out with the early afternoon flow. Different categories of early weekends, always in some state of hurry, drafts and edits and not worrying about missing passwords for now. The road again, instead.

#outerworld #always in between #moving on moving slow #where we are we are

(Schnee wünschte, eiskalte und fast waagerechte Regenschauer im zornigen Wind bekommt man. Alte Zeitungen und ein Pärchen leerer Plastikbecher tanzen über den Bordstein, die Hausmeister rollen Mülltonnen zurück in ihre Buchten. Übervoller Parkplatz, man kann sich gut aus dem Weg gehen, im Supermarkt streiken die Automaten weiterhin beharrlich, und ein kurzes Gespräch legt nahe: Die Technik ist weniger schuldig als die Prozesse. Warten auf Ersatzteile, Updates, Experten, Weihnachten. Bedauerndes, zustimmendes Kopfnicken, und zurück in die Böen und das Grau.)

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #where we are we are #sdgm #lunch break and weather

A flow of seconds minutes hours and a breath of wind in pale branches, reflections on old roofs, a dim light in a distant window and an empty glass to conclude the day. Late evening in between the hills, a distant yet close city, pondering virtual concepts in the real world: Contexts, environments, variables. Sounds of dialup connections, remote systems, slow lines, pixel aesthetics. And always that scent of the open fields, up there on the outer road. Mental images. Until thoughts retreat into an early state of dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we are we are #old homes #56k dialup aesthetics

Wolkenmond, kühler Glanz auf den Dächern, blasse Schatten am Grenzbereich zwischen Tagesphasen. Wein zum Abendessen, im Beginn der Woche, Sinnieren über Wurzeln und Verbundenheit und Gemeinschaft und den eigenen erweiterten Nahbereich. Ein skeptischer Blick gen Innenstadt. Und ein Lauschen auf das Summen, mit dem die Zeit ihre Absätze schreibt.

#outerworld #concrete city #evenings #where we are we are

(Aufgebrochen mit dem Grau, angekommen mit dem Grau. Umwege durch enge Gassen, Sichtflug, Schrittgeschwindigkeit. Ein kleiner wilder Hund rennt hinter dem Zaun auf und ab und bellt überreizt. Rauchende Teenager. Anwohner schleppen Wochenend-Einkäufe nach Hause. Immer nur Minuten vom Wald.)

#outerworld #the village and the hills #in between #where we are we are

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

Sunday, early late evening. Crossing the river again, a brief nod to the old skyline and the unfamiliar view in front of it. Some people still sitting in the fields chatting while their dogs are playing near the water. Some are heading home, slightly drunk apparently. Subliminal noises, random breeze. A sky missing any stars tonight, but the clouds feel like thunder and rain. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday evening #where we are we are

Andere Stadt zwischen hohen Wäldern. Grimmige Blicke aus grimmigen Autos. Das Gefühl von Bedrängnis selbst dort, wo eigentlich mehr als genug Raum für alle ist. Blasses Licht, eine Ahnung von Nebel. Mental frühmorgens.

#outerworld #distant concrete other cities #the grey days #where we are we are

Afternoon and lost to the flow of time in between. No purpose no goal and not too much action against both of these deficiencies. Thin traces of clouds, a boat on waves, some birds circling above the trees. The moment and its slice of fiction and reality. (Too dumb to write books too restless to read.)

#outerworld #southbound #travel #where we are we are

Narrow tunnels, crowded lanes. Winding up and down the hills. Waiting for each other trying to stay out of each others way. The anger of middle-aged males wearing cyclist dresses and continuously grumpy faces. Everything becoming more challenged with the new strong sun.

#outerworld #southbound #travel #where we are we are

A little later: The quietness of weekend afternoons. The slowdown after fast paces, the sensation of having done distances again without really feeling like moving at all. Break, a little too long to be comfortable. Never enough coffee.

#outerworld #southbound #where we are we are #afternoon deviations

Closing in on 4pm. Considering man/machine interaction. Talking to the model, processing responses, trying, failing, trying again. Clashing of erratic moods with deterministic systems. Soft blue gradients behind slightly stained windows, a fly in afternoon light, and the plethora of ringtones used by people in the buildings across the street. Too nervous too loud.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we are we are #model conversations

Warten an der Straßenecke, wieder. Eine Dame in Geschäftskleidung trägt einen Kaffeebecher in das wuchtige Bankgebäude. In ihrer offenen Handtasche ruht eine grüne Brotdose mit einem aufgeklebten Teddybär, und für den Moment verliert man sich in Vorstellungen, wie verschiedene Menschen als Kinder wohl gewesen sind. (Innere Monologe, Räder auf nassem Asphalt, vorsichtiges Ankommen.)

#outerworld #office hours #the early city #where we are we are

Closing in on 11pm. Still tracking routes of tug boats but lost sight of its position lights. Different chairs resting near different windows. There's a crowd of people in one of the backyards, closer, noisier, and it takes a moment still to trade sounds of waves for sounds of voices and be content with it. Soul slowly catching up again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #late at night #where we are we are