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10pm and slowing down. Returned to ones own neighborhood. Driving with the…

10pm and slowing down. Returned to ones own neighborhood. Driving with the evening breeze just to feel how much old stones have soaked up the warmth of the day, gradually releasing it into the more quiet, more dark hours. Dim lights, breathing on an open window, letting things settle inside, outside and everywhere. The challenge of accepting rest. Have a calm night wherever you are.

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Different evening same place and feet on cold stones. Densely grown meadows…

Different evening same place and feet on cold stones. Densely grown meadows, still felt in all of its presence. Silence on the street, silence on the village square. New lanterns outlining the perimeter of the old farm house up the hill, unsure why they are lit today. Not  very much enticed to find out for now, either. Distance in space and in mind and having mixed gut feelings about that. But maybe it's just lack of sleep, at least to some degree. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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The day went by quickly, as all of its predecessors did, this week. Friday…

The day went by quickly, as all of its predecessors did, this week. Friday evening, backdoor observations, the sound of what seems at least wind in the ash leaves above, the vast differences of the aural environment comparing city and village without any real preference, just a perception of different outer realities shaping different inner modes. Staring into early dark, until eyes grow tired enough to feel comfortable closing them for a bit. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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Schon wieder hier, räumlich wie zeitlich. Träume vorsichtig ableg…

Schon wieder hier, räumlich wie zeitlich. Träume vorsichtig ablegen, dort in der Dunkelheit, in der sie den Tag überdauern können. Die Welten und Geschichten zwischen den Zeilen zu verstehen versuchen und beizeiten kapitulieren, die oberste Schicht Müdigkeit von der Haut waschen, aus den Haaren schütteln, Kleidung und Hülle zusammensuchen und Kaffee kochen, damit genügend Schwung für die Stunden zu finden ist. Gähnen des Viertels, die Wirklichkeit ein unscharfes Bild hinter noch halb geschlossenen Lidern und eine Fliege auf der Küchenwand. Ein Dialog bleibt aus. Habt es mild heute.

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A different shape of weekends. Sunday evening, and still out here in betwee…

A different shape of weekends. Sunday evening, and still out here in between the dense blooming green, even though barely visible at this hour. Emptying the glass, breathing in and out in an attempt to stay clear of the usual rhythms, the usual outlook on a new weeks morning and its routines. Eventually, waving the day good-bye with a quiet sigh and retreating back inside. Have a safe night wherever you are.

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Later the evening, earlier that night. Listening to outer noises inner voic…

Later the evening, earlier that night. Listening to outer noises inner voices and the frequencies in between concrete and clouds. Stories of plans and deviations. Some things always work better than others and some take longer and amidst this, time passes quickly. Inbound complaints on a sidetrack, known environments, unknown services discovered, no points of contacts and no clear paper trail. Surrounded by a fog of old information within an ever-flowing stream of news difficult to handle. Unsettled. Filing an issue, for better or worse, and making sure the right tabs are closed afterwards. Balconies, chandeliers, two bass guitars and a cigarette and this is how things move, consistent yet slow. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

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Music for nights, because title the feel that is to this one. https://www.y…

Music for nights, because title the feel that is to this one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8h_MSqDCwkQ  

(That's, too, that moment when you somehow sink into a rabbit hole of music that both vaguely resonates and seems somewhat familiar yet slightly odd in a way until you notice you're floating through a playlist of music generated fully generated by machines, backed by imagery created by machines, depicting people who aren't there and end up in a confusing mood that's hard to describe, not necessarily angry or disappointed or disgusted but ... maybe rather, like ... facing a particular void of noticing something that used to matter before being stripped of its value and fascination, reduced to an artificial shell mimicking what used to be there before but it doesn't take too close a look to see through all this, to notice the amount of frequency of these things being thrown out, the close-to-impossibility of sorting them out. No retreat to memories and some sort of yesterday but sometimes this is quite hard.)

#music_for_nights #hante #stories_of_technology_and_counterfeits

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