Closing in on 4pm. Out there somehow. Trading imaginary for actual routes, circumventing annoyances,…Closing in on 4pm. Out there somehow. Trading imaginary for actual routes, circumventing annoyances, heading elsewhere again. Inner-city afternoon traffic flowing by, letting one be a part of it for some unpleasant minutes before one finally manages to trade the smaller for the bigger roads. Rear view mirror, hills ahead, the images of being in-between once more. And always keeping dear that feeling of vague melancholy tied to these moments in motion.
#outerworld #concrete city #later that afternoon #moving on
