Finally, wrapping up the hours gone since sunrise. No stars, still leafless trees of a vast ash, and a sleeping pond surrounded by bushes and meadows. Standing at the backdoor again, for a brief moment as always when returning here, listening into the darkness and taking a small yet conscious step out of all ongoing conversations. The echoes of the day, the silence of Now. Have a peaceful sleep wherever you are.

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Pastelldämmerung, rauhe Decke, Couchmüdigkeit. Unten übt man Flöte im Kinderzimmer, auch hier scheint der zurückgelegte Weg merklich kürzer als der, den es noch zu beschreiten gilt. Und anders als die Melodiefragmente zwischenzeitlich nahelegen, ist Mond noch nicht aufgegangen. Halbbewusste Gedanken. Spätwinterkälte.

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Much later: Disconnecting lines, stopping streams. The immediate quietness of the surrounding rooms. The sound of the bus doors closing near the stop. Two scooters at the crossroads, green lights flashing. And the door of the pub opening, falling shut again, cutting a flow of dark beats and base guitars into pieces. Here's to let the day flee. Here's to give in to dreams all anew. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.

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Einiges an Zeit später. Der Abend packt seine Taschen, nimmt vieles vom Leichten und manches Schwere mit sich in die sternlose Dunkelheit jener Leere, in der Park und Wiesen an das Viertel grenzen und das Licht selbst im Sommer schon ein paar Stunden früher zur Ruhe zu kommen scheint. Vorsichtig zurückspulen, um Anfänge nochmal zu hören, und dann trotzdem in den ersten Augenblicken stoppen, um zurück zu lassen, was zurückbleiben darf. Unten vor der Kneipe werden nochmal Flaschen geöffnet, langsam scheint die Stadt wieder warm genug für den Bürgersteig, das Bier vor den Träumen und die Zigarette, während man auf den Bus heimwärts wartet. Abbremsen. Ein laufender Vorgang. Immer noch. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Finally, not too much in a hurry anymore yet somehow determined to get quiet. Always enough noise to shape a lot of odd dreams of, still though unable to consciously shape this process at least. Lack of lucidity and the late news report on random conditions to put pressure on stock prices and there should have been a disconnect a few moments earlier. Staring at candles until the image blurs. Yawning. A sigh. And then powering down the day. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Above and a bit from things. The eyes of sleepless houses.

lost-in-moments

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Später am Tag, immer noch früher als gedacht, in mehr Müdigkeit, als um diese Stunde erwartet. Manche Themen tanzen noch durch das Bewusstsein, weigern sich hartnäckig, Ruhe zu geben. Gegenüber leben vertraute Geschichten hinter vertrauten Balkontüren, man isst zu Abend und sieht fern und lässt beiseite, was jetzt keine Bühne braucht. Immer nur einen Traum vor dem Montag. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Past 10pm. Bit of a heavy head, rough voice, vague mood. A day a sequence of hours a pile of loose, slightly crinkled leaves. Notes that deviated into random scribbles, and trying to make sense of ones own earlier selves thoughts as a challenge way beyond sundown. Gazing at stars, at bright windows, at laptop screens gleaming on desks across the street. There are other piles and other notes unsorted as well it seems. Noises of a truck heading out of the city, the sound of distant trains, the ever-present low frequency hum of all the breaths taken this very moment, left and right of the river. Have a quiet night wherever you are!

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Closing in on 10pm, after all. Before and after preparations. Still in progress, tiny steps, unsure how far the evening brought things today. Too, again trying to and failing at keeping daily life and late hours separated, with topics massively fading into each other, casting long shadows, nudging and pushing one back to wherever things were left off when logging out earlier. Sorting the pile of stuff into a sorted stack, as a closing exercise for now. Just slowly improving at this as well. Have a restful night wherever you are.

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(Tageskreis schließt sich, Ordnungsversuche in der abendlichen Küche. Harte Schatten, grelles Licht von unten, in den Innenhöfen wird allerlei Unrat zusammengetragen und auf einen Anhänger verladen. Gelegentlich klappern und dröhnen Dinge, verbunden mit mehr oder weniger unterdrücktem Schimpfen. Noch ein Tee dazu, und die Erkenntnis, dass einen die besten Ideen entlang der Strecke ereilen und danach wieder verlassen. Gewohnte Muster.)

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(Tee im Warmen. Welt hinter eigenen Türen aussperren. Die Forsythie beobachten, die in der alten bastumwundenen Vase blüht. Gelblichgrauer Himmel, gelbgraues Gefühl.)

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4pm, changing context changing places and afternoon almost turning night again, at least in its perception of brightness. These are the weeks where winter and spring are entwined inseparably and ones soul keeps bouncing back and forth between both. Too much caffeine, too much thrust.

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10pm and on, a familiar hour that feels aeons later than usual. Eyes on the interface, logging traffic for anomalies and wondering what is going on after all. But maybe at some point there's a natural filter to avoid insights into serious issues and keep one reliably clueless during the different phases of night. (Tea cooled down, candle still flickering. A lof of effort required for way too little. Head too heavy for incenses at the moment. The calming effect of a light late breeze. Day by day. Have a calm sleep wherever you are.)

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Irgendwann sehr viel später. Der Abend und seine Handlungslinien. Unterhaltungen quer über Tische, halb in allen möglichen Themen, die aneinander anschließen, einander überlagern, einander verstärken. Auf den Anlass anstoßen, den Augenblick grundlos genießen, sich selbst begegnen und versuchen, sich zu übertönen, zu überhören, zu ignorieren. Bis die Stille von Zwischenvierteln den eigenen Kurs begleitet, der Nachhall leiser wird und fast alle Enden unberührt verblassen dürfen. Have a calm night wherever you are.

lost-in-moments

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11pm and uncertain about oneself. Open window, leaning out a bit to catch a glimpse of the Moon, to feel some of her cold comforting light. So far the evening hesitates to cool down, neighbours are burning coal and wood in the backyards, the scent of smoke lures into believing in both winter and summer and a late life under vast skies. Also, missing the silence of the hills while at the same time admiring the random everyday sounds of the city hinting of people still awake nearby, no matter the hour. Different understandings of home, and a piano tune played to that while attention is wearing thin again. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.

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10pm and on. Same hour different place and that different silence again. Backdoor open still, a small almost circular area illuminated by a motion triggered lantern, dense night already unfolding outside its borders. No sounds but nature, waves of the creek playing around stones and through unseen pipes passing the house by and disappearing in the distance. Noises of scratching, pawing from in between the hut and that pile of old wood that has been there ever since, growing and shrinking with the course of years. And maybe a cautious wind in the trees. Slowing down, reaching out to embrace this current vicinity. The still unfamiliar mode of fully being submerged in an actual moment. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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Later the day, in between moments and hours and stars and the invisible void. Suddenly noticing ones own hand drawing loops, lines, patterns on a sheet of paper, lost in thoughts apparently and unsure what to make of these. Still slightly too fast to perceive the world outside as more than just a blurred stream of colours. Still slightly too fast to hear ones own more quiet voices through the howling noise of the flow. Not yet night, not yet night. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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10pm and on and off. Infrastructure all set to go. Always unsure to spend time on automation versus doing things manually, knowing there's a difference in what's more fun and what's more efficient and sometimes it's just about getting things done once and fast. (Eye contact with moon. Drinking her pale light. Watching her course across a velvet sky. Closing this book again, no liner notes, no more chapters for now. Have a calm night wherever you are.)

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Zurück über Schleichwege und durch die kleineren Parks, entlang anderer Brücken und die fortschreitende Dämmerung in der Seele. Sehr viel mehr gehört als gesprochen, noch so viele Worte ungesagt, ungeschrieben, ungedacht heute. Zwei Kerzen, eine groß, eine klein. Gegenüber in der Studentenwohnung wird am Fenster gelesen und geraucht, auf dem Balkon klirrt Glas und selbst in erkaltender Abendluft scheint die Nachbarschaft nur auf mildere Tage gewartet zu haben. (Kleinere Handgriffe erledigt. Den Duft, den Hauch der Blüten abgewaschen. Und schließlich: Sortieren, was der Tag noch bekommen sollte, um rund zu werden.)

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Closing in on 10pm, once more. Marks on a daily ruler, the comfort in familiarity and the somewhat weird thought of even unconsciously falling for these time frames, of ending in a similar mood and setting at a similar hour every evening anew. No burning of midnight oil tonight. Though, there's still music in between the states of being, in between these walls, in between these houses and neighbourhoods. Silent and distanced, but still audible enough to be noticed. Also: Notes on the sidelines. Clumsy philosophical insights, or failures to gain these. At least in this state of mind it's easy to apologize these with the simple lack focus and clarity, just so close to dreamlike lucidity again. Have a quiet night wherever you are.

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