Moving?

#moving

4pm. Old dark, new dark and summing up the day. No real takeaway so far, but there are still hours left. Sometimes it's just about changing locations and states of mind. Maybe.

#outerworld #concrete_city #moving_on #afternoon_city_blues

#concrete city #moving on #afternoon city blues

10am and out in the cold. Moving with the sun, pale trees and fields briefly passing by. Concrete under wheels, a world between cities where everything is transient and uncanny.

#outerworld #moving_on #elsewhere

#moving on

5pm and on. Continuing todays path slightly off track. But at least being surrounded by familiar buildings and roads again. The light above crossroads. A short nod along the way. The scent of different smokes. Pondering aspects of home, always a bit off too.

#outerworld #moving_on #concrete_city #later_that_day_later_that_night

#moving on #concrete city #later that day later that night

9pm and on. Pondering shapes of stories and irregular characters and the weirdness in typesetting and the shadows cast by burnt-down candles. And weather. A dark person moving behind curtains on the other side of the road. A car alert going off for a few moments, silenced fast enough before being able to notice details. Ephemeral thoughts in the emptiness of late busses.

#outerworld #concrete_city #moving_on_moving_fast

#concrete city #moving on moving fast

4pm and on. Drifting with the flood of thoughts, draining in the sinks of exhaustion. Sun moved forth behind the buildings hours ago, now everything's spanned by a silver-blue sky resembling the colour of the roofs reflecting late light. Leaving a sidenote on this afternoons journal, before closing it. And the scribble of a tree and a cloud. Before dialing in, once again.

#outerworld #later_that_day #office_hours #moving_on

#later that day #office hours #moving on

4pm and on. Shutting down applications, containers, mental models. Briefly noticing ongoing conversations and the issues others are entangled in. Steep roads all over. Too: Changing clothes and headphones and audio mode. Still no good playlist for this time of year and traversing concrete neighbourhoods. Slow motion. Because it's an option.

#outerworld #concrete_city #later_that_day #moving_on

#concrete city #later that day #moving on

Zeitlos in einem weiteren Dorfmorgen. Viel Nachhall, viel Unruhe, Aufbruchstimmung und Schwermut, Fernweh und Hoffen auf gewohnte Routine. Sinnieren über Privilegien, Notwendigkeiten, Pflicht und Ziele. Zu viel, viel zu viel für die mentale Kapazität der Stunde. Nebel am Horizont, eine Schicht großer Wassertropfen auf Steinen und Scheiben. Eisig das Wasser, Meisen und Kleiber im Futterhaus, Müdigkeit vor dem ersten Kaffee. Zeit im Fluss. Habt es mild heute!

#outerworld #the_village_and_the_hills #moving_on #the_early_hours

#the village and the hills #moving on #the early hours

(Am Wegesrand: Weiches Laub unter den Sohlen und um die Schuhe. Kurz verharren. Auf der Terrasse des Abrisshauses feiern Nachbarn aus jenem Viertel, sitzen an einen rostigen Grill und trinken Bier aus Dosen. Baustellenbeschilderung, zerbrochene Fenster, Ausfallstraßen. Manche Städte haben spürbareres Grau als andere.)

#outerworld #concrete_and_dust #where_we_are_we_are #moving_on_moving_fast

#concrete and dust #where we are we are #moving on moving fast

Closing in on 10am, the scent of streets and water. From above, people seem reduced to moving heads with bags and displays, manoeuvring from sight to sight and chatting way too loud. (Getting together what is needed for today. And becoming a part of this flow, for a short while.)

#venezia #travel #outerworld #moving_with_the_day #where_we_are_we_are

#moving with the day #where we are we are

A beer to cool down, up where the morning started. With the windows open at least a bit, one still can hear the flood of voices washing around the corners of old, worn-down, dark, incredible facades. Not even 7pm, sense of time and daily rhythm mostly off track.

#venezia #moving_with_the_day #city_evening #outerworld

#moving with the day #city evening

(Aufwachen, zu früh, und gefühlt ohne wirklich geschlafen zu haben, aber das sagt nicht viel. Gepackte Taschen, schmutzige Wäsche, leere Flaschen. Ortswechsel, immer wieder vom Vertrauten zum Fremden und immer wieder in einer merkwürdigen Stimmung, die in der Geschwindigkeit vielleicht etwas zurückfällt, am Rande der Autostrada. Kaffee. Sparsames Frühstück. Und dann Etappenwechsel. Habt es mild heute!)

#outerworld #travel #moving_with_the_day

#moving with the day

(Somewhere along the way. Moving south and it gradually gets colder. Distance in everything, the feeling of being surrounded by unfamiliar places in undescribed territories. The sound of engines and tires. Moving on, stopping by then and now to let the soul catch up.)

#outerworld #travel #moving_on_moving_fast #out_in_the_wild

#moving on moving fast #out in the wild

Zurück im eigenen Viertel: Reflektionen, orange, rot, auf nassem Asphalt. Leere Seitenstreifen, überquellende Supermärkte. Vor dem Dönergrill drängen sich Jugendliche unter dem ehemaligen Sonnenschirm, trotzen dem Wetter, trinken Ayran und Bier und tauschen flapsige Bemerkungen, auf ihre Bestellungen wartend. Ein Krankenwagen parkt halb in der Kreuzung, die Fahrer bekommen ihre Dürüms zuerst und sind schon fast wieder unterwegs. Durch die Tristesse des Abends.

#outerworld #concrete_city #moving_on

#concrete city #moving on

Past 4pm and already in between realms. The closer things are, the faster they move, unless they don't. Sneaking through traffic, trying to notice everything and anything at once and still stay focussed on that line connecting here to there. A small park, slowly changing colours, kids on playgrounds and in the sand, and parents strolling by petting their screens. A bit of lighter blue in the grey.

#outerworld #later_that_day #concrete_city #moving_on

#later that day #concrete city #moving on

Unterwegs, mit den Wettern. Zu warm, zu kalt, aber gerade richtig grau für die Jahreszeit. Manchmal sieht man zwischen den Häusern der anderen Viertel den bewaldeten Horizont, über dem sich Wolken zusammenfinden. Kinder sitzen auf der Krone einer abgewetzten, bunt besprühten Mauer, ihre Schultaschen liegen unten im Dreck. (Fastfood und Energy-Drinks an der Schwelle zur Dämmerung.)

#outerworld #concrete_city #later_that_day #moving_on

#concrete city #later that day #moving on

4pm and on. Discomfort in miscommunication. Rolling back in an attempt to figure out where things got off track. Definitely not pleased at all, wondering which part of social skills it might take to fix what broke. Still: Apprentice in the art of wrapping difficult insights in appealing ways.

#outerworld #concrete_city #office_hours #moving_on_moving_fast

#concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast

4pm and on. Face in the sun. Head in invisible clouds, or vice versa. Still ticking with the beat of the latest tasks, still hard to slow down. Hours later, different school kids make their way home through the office backyards, jackets carelessly wrapped around hips, ice cream cones in hands, way too bulky, heavy bags shouldered as good as somewhat possible. Office dwellers afternoon rituals: Loading dishwashers, changing clothes, shoving expensive bicycles down narrow staircases. Always in the midst of moving on.

#outerworld #concrete_city #office_hours #moving_on_moving_fast

#concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast

4pm and on. Running through calls in tight sequence piles up artifacts that somehow require documentation and attention. Quietly shouting at ones on poor handwriting style so postprocessing all these roughly collected notes becomes an immediate task in order to not lose important nuances. Staring at the cameras as if to make it embarrassed but failing at it. Pondering plays on words and how they fail in other languages all too often. System fans running louder again. Shadows in the backyard. The sun stayed. The day didn't.

#outerworld #concrete_city #office_hours #moving_on_moving_fast

#concrete city #office hours #moving on moving fast

Nebel zieht durch das Tal nebenan, verhüllt Bäume, bleibt in Spinnweben und Springkraut hängen. Der Duft des Augenblicks erzählt von Waldboden, Moos und altem Holz. In den Dörfern bewirbt man die ersten Herbstfeste, kokettiert mit Vergangenheit, kleidet sich in Tradition. Und dann und wann, wenn das Rauhe und Laute erschöpft, spürt man eine tiefe, hoffnungslose Sehnsucht nach Zeiten einfacherer Realität, nach Sicherheit im Vertrauten, einem wehmütig schimmernden Gestern, das es vielleicht nie gab. (Geschichten von Wurzeln, Flügeln, Fragen, Zweifel dort draußen abseits von Allem.)

#outerworld #the_village_and_the_hills #moving_on

#the village and the hills #moving on