10pm and not much further. Cleanup. Messy desk messy papertrail messy mind. Stimuli, response. Little cause, vast effect. Difficult music and arguments somewhere below on the sidewalk, making its way through walls and windows, adding to a temporary tension beyond the usual level. Stretching, yawning, resisting the urge to find some cigarettes. No sleep so far. Have a calm night wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #where_we_do_what_we_do #no_sleep_no_rest

A lot later again: Mental load squeezed into mental boxes and stored elsewhere. Pending Drafts squeezed into shape. A feeling of safety found in concealed loose ends and a long, deeply nested agenda. Still hoping for the right words at hand at the right time. (Yawning. Rewinding. Summing up the day and its outcomes, shortcomings and whatever else left worth remembering. Some conversations closer than others. And always a bit of starlight in things, at least that late the night. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.) #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #no_sleep_no_dreams_just_dense_darkness

Many hours later, surrounded by streets and squares and corners one is used to, again. Dim light. Age-old melodies from the pub, bass drums, monotonous rhythm but maybe just about right to float off a bit. Remembering the distance and the quiet countryside left and right, the powerlines the forests the passing cars the emptiness of parking lots. Other peoples homes, and a scent to wake moments long gone. Reflecting all they dragged up, just before the night. Very unsure about this. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations

A lot later, out of the cold and into artificial rain, hearing feeling every drop on its way down, washing away the day and what vaning tensions left behind. Unbiased quiet moment, trying to be without thinking for a bit. And then immediately pending between building cities out of daring ideas - and just sinking into dreams the very next second. Unsure what's more likely. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.
#outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #stories_of_tensions_and_ideas #where_we_do_not_sleep_yet

Weihnachtssterne und Osterhasen. Rückzug ins eigene Viertel gerade mit der Stunde, in der der Vorabend in Dämmerung schmilzt und die Farbtöne unentschlossen umeinanderspielen. Mond weich hinter ihren Schleiern, frühe Nachtvögel auf dem Weg gen Kneipe, Duft von billigem Schnaps und verschiedenen Rauchwaren treibt über dem Bordstein. Immer noch in Bewegung. 
#outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #the_moon_in_these_days

Much later, different hours similar mindsets, wondering where the day went, having a brief drink and adding some more scribbles in between the lines of mental and actual journals. No talent to be seen but still it feels relieving. Clouds above, clouds within. Wasting precious hours pondering how some things go, some things went. Afraid to notice how one changed along with them. (And then powering down the lights. Waiting for the eyes to adapt to the twilight. And for the thoughts to settle at least a bit. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)
#outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #all_night_no_moon_and_sleepy_stories