Way past 10pm. Mind not looking back at the days bygone, building castles out of imaginary sand instead. Indefinite weathers. Maybe there's to be rain, but maybe not. Haven't paid attention to constellations in a while. Things that go unnoticed with the hurries of daily affairs, then and now. Another brief glance at the buildings, the few lit windows, the few balconies dedicated to welcoming weekend with candles and wine. Here to observe, until sleep gently takes over. Have a soft night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are #the quiet moments
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Anderswo Andersbeton Feierabendverkehr in drückend schwüler Atmosphäre das Wetter reibt auf das Wetter macht ungeduldig und nervös und es sind solche Augenblicke, in denen Sicherheitsabstand noch wichtiger ist als sonst ohnehin schon. #concrete city #outerworld #afternoon deviations #where we are we are -
A lot later, new dusk ending an old day and mind's getting lost to the idea of how perception changes by measuring time spent on different things in minutes not hours. Same thing, from a rational angle, but oh the effect of larger numbers. And now for adding up that part of these that was lost in context switches, mental reconfiguration, initialization and finalization of various appointments. Facts gained. Arguments started, ongoing. Not so conclusions, yet. Yawning at the quiet sky and the darkening city. A few chords from night and dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Later that evening, familiar rooms, familiar skies, familiar heat. Mental movement on unfamiliar ground, boundaries in invisible distance. The map is not the territory. Also, this apartment's just slowly cooling down. Hours recorded, memories kept, ending up out of focus, somehow clueless, somehow overheated. Heavy breathing in the frame of an open window, the giggling and chatter of the balconies are louder again today. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Afternoon and windowblinds, again. Fan in that narrow room, stale air, rough breathing. Weighing options: Is relocating to another section of the flat worth the sweat and effort? Thinking, but as a mental and physical challenge. #outerworld #concrete city #afternoon deviations #where we are we are
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Und dann Mittag, Pause und ein Begriff, der heute nicht passt, aber irgendwie doch, und alles an dieser Konstellation fühlt sich komisch an. Einige Kaninchenlöcher, in denen man verschwinden kann. Viel zu viele begonnene Themen, zu viele geöffnete Fenster und ihre mentale Entsprechung, das seltsame Gefühl, dass jeder dieser Vorgänge auch irgendwie geistige Kapazitäten bindet und mit jener Energie, die dann noch frei verfügbar bleibt, wenig bis nichts zu bewirken ist. (Jalousien öffnen. Wetterbeobachtungen, fortgesetzt. Der Ventilator tut seine Arbeit. Eis-Akku und lauwarmer Tee. Für den Moment und seine Befindlichkeiten.) #outerworld #concrete city #grounded #where we are we are
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Different day same place, or the other way 'round. Some more long evenings. Sound of music and chatter, louder than usual and pretty much nearby. The feeling the vicinity of trees and bushes and the creek, present as alway but a bit weaker than usual compared to the village celebrating this summer. Dim night sky above, the city in mind, the week and its dense schedule still very much here. Exercising awareness. For everything and oneself. Stories of mising superpowers, on repeat. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #the village and the hills #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Hours later again, weather considerations and pondering the daily worklog. It's a lot once you step back and take a conscious look but still outcome doesn't feel too much pleasing. Better luck next ... day? At least, ongoing exercises in adapting plans, or plan adapting to actual needs and the map is not the territory because the map is much more dynamic than one might like to. No reconnect for today. Everything else to fit into that evening remains local. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Mittagsmodus Wechselstimmung und wieder Luft, diesmal dicker, zäher, wärmer, mit einem eigenen Gewicht und so, dass jede Bewegung unangenehm und fordernd wird. Meldungen im Posteingang, mitunter hilft es, zwischen den Schritten innezuhalten und zu warten, welche Wirkungen der Fortschritt soweit verursacht. Pläne, Anpassungen, eine Taube, ein Schmetterling. Dahinter all die freundlichen und all die schiefen Klänge des eigenen Viertels. #outerworld #home office hours #stories of technologies and worldviews #where we are we are
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Entlang des Vormittags, Realitätsabgleich im Bioladen. Vor den Türen parken die üblichen wuchtigen Fahrzeuge, in den Gängen nutzt ein Telefon mit weithin sichtbarer Frucht auf dem Rücken eine sehr ungewohnte Tierstimme, um Aufmerksamkeit zu bekommen. Kleidung, Taschen, Etiketten, unangenehme Berührung mit der Idee privilegierten Konsums und der üblichen Abgrenzungen gegeneinander, freundlich übertüncht durch eine ethische Tönung und draußen wird der Regen wieder stärker. Weiterziehen in Plan und Stadt. #outerworld #concrete city #weekend chores #where we are we are
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Finally, concluding the evening and there's a certain kind of sound to still prevail: A crowd, slightly annoyed it seems. Bass drum rhythms, noises from a dark car near the crossroads, loud conversations in an empty appartment across the street and it's been a while for people to move furniture in and out, over there. Attention tied to just particular slices of current reality, for watching the evening, the new night in its entirety would be too overwhelming in any way. Stories of rest and how to get there. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Evening deviations. The neighbourhood outside, but like a movie just flowing by, without leaving many impressions or moods. Too: Certain strategies against certain tensions. Looping through the script once again, fast, briefly. Edges not found so far are sure to pop up by tomorrow. They always do. Most important terms memorized, most important concepts understood, the challenges of staying calm in course of explanations. And the hope for some rest in between now and then. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Reverb and resonance. Aligning requirements and preconditions. More than once left with the slightly discomforting feeling to have started all over looking at things from the wrong end. Closing in on 4pm, pondering agility and imperfection, sending out confirmations and agendas and hoping for things to not fall apart that much. #outerworld #concrete city #afternoon deviations #where we are we are
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Once again later. Trying to habitualize resting on hard floor for a few breaths every day, to not just see but also feel the world around, to feel parts of the physical self that went unfelt and ended up stuck in uncomfortable postures during the wake hours. Not sure this makes sense but at least it's worth an attempt. Also, trying to loosen parts of the mental self stuck in similar loops. Even more challenging for sure. Average-case estimations, some notes some ideas and a rough draft and then flushing ones own caches and letting tonight pass. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Immer noch, wieder kleine Schneeflocken aus Pollen, die durch die Leere zwischen den Fassaden geistern. Vorabend, warme Farben, Dokumentenroutinen, grobes Papier. Kleine unangenehme Schnitte. Tatsächlich und metaphorisch. Noch etwas Konzentration aufbringen für gewisse Dinge, und Willen, unsicher, was davon schwerer ist. #outerworld #evening deviations #where we are we are
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Schließlich, wieder Abend, wieder oder noch im Freien. Mittlerweile haben Büsche und Stauden den Blick von den Wegen fast vollständig geschlossen, die Sonne bleibt in den höheren Bäumen hängen und entlang der Laube warten die Tomatengestelle auf Tage des Wachstums. Die schweren roten Blätter von Mohnblüten bedecken große Teile der Wege, verschiedene Arten von Salbei entdecken neue Farbe, nebenan wird die Pforte abgeschlossen und das Rad samt Anhänger zum Ausgang geschoben. Immer noch heller Tag, schon wieder fast mitten im Jahr. #outerworld #concrete city #urban escapism #where we are we are
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Hinter irgendeiner der Wände hustet und lacht eine kleine Stimme. Eine merklich ältere, merklich müdere versucht Kinderlieder zu intonieren, verheddert sich immer wieder in Text und Melodie. Regen schlägt auf die Bleche vor den Fenstern, unvermittelt. Windige Stunden, unter grauem, zerklüftetem Himmel.
#outerworld #home office hours #stories of apppartments and encounters #where we are we are
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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
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And then at some point silence becomes more prevalent and the mind is willing to let it sink in again. Another short stay at the back door, just to feel the air of night and collect a few sounds from the village surroundings. Lowlife in bushes, a distant car, the idea of a conversation somewhere out in the darkness but maybe that's little more than a side-effect of senses slightly overstimulated. Taking on dreams, one thought at a time. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we are we are #stories of sleepy souls and restless minds
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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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(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
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9am and on. Appointments rescheduled moved canceled. Threads of communication cut or merged. Choosing music and a comfy blanket, and disconnecting for a bit.
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Closing in on 10pm, fast steps tired steps. A recap of the hours spent since morning. With the decision to keep track even of shorter periods of time, things get messy and confused and at some point the brain needs to look at something else. Swinging between a giggle and a sigh, noticing the evening lights across the street, that appartment that's not so empty anymore, the late dinner and these candles on a large table, just barely hidden behind the curtains of the balcony door. Too late for tea too late for wine and maybe the night is willing to settle still. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete city #later that day later that night #where we are we are #stories of codes and constellations
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Mittelgebirgskamm, andere Städte. Plätze und Gassen tragen die Namen alten Land- und Industrieadels. Sonne an anderen Kirchen, harte Schatten. Man ist allein, kreuzt keine Wege, die Mittagsstunde zieht eine kleine Welt in sich selbst zurück. Winter in Resten von harschem Schnee.
#outerworld #mountains and the world in between #where we are we are
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Kaffee vor Vier. Immer noch Nebel. Alte Musik, alte Bilder, Sinnieren über Handarbeit und Kopfarbeit, über Dimensionen des menschlichen Wesens und Wertschätzung und Abstraktion und Zweck. Irgendwo, wieder, zwischen dem Hochstapler und der Empfindung der Bedeutungslosigkeit des eigenen Tuns.
#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we are we are #the winter in everything
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Many hours later many miles southwest and finding oneself in that strange yet familiar balance, a fast and noisy week behind and still reconnected to the silence of the valley and its hills within winks of eyes. December weeks december lights and for just a few moment, time feels like passing slower out here until one realizes the years that went by, the age of the tapes on the shelf, the handwritten covers faded with too many small and big cycles of the sun, the scent and warmth of all these summers still somehow hidden within these walls, the clay, the straw, the wood. Relating. Belonging. Carrying stories around, and unfinished pictures in most of them. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we are we are #stories of old #the silence of memories
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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.
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Another day another night and a blanket of early winter pulled all across the village. Standing in the open door, breathing that unique scent that hasn't changed much with the years. Imaginary frost on actual skin, a rough but vivid sensation. And the murmuring creek, invisible and old, under the ash and acorn trees disappearing in distant rivers. Trying to be a part of this silence, while the moment lasts. Have a soft night wherever you are.
#outerworld #the village and the hills #where we are we are #cold evenings cold nights
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Somewhere later again. Briefly summing up the day, the week, reviewing mental notes taken along the lines. Agenda outlines, things that might be needed to do, looming deadlines and slowed-down responses. The evening in between the hills is dark and cold. Listening to the winds and whispers in the bushes, for a while, before turning down the lights and leaving things to themselves. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #the village and the hills #stories of late light and late minds #where we are we are
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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
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(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