Das Viertel erwacht im Kontrast. Nacht schläft noch über den Wiesen. Eine Baustelle blendet, Bagger tanzen mit ihren Schatten. Irgendwo quietscht die Straßenbahn auf den Gleisen, rauchende Schüler verschwinden in formlosem Morgendunkel. Erst einmal munter werden... habt es mild!

@z428 You breath on me a mood of life moving at pace day by day without much change and excitement, just “being” regardless of human joys and sorrows. Like a slow gray-mood movie from 80s. A gray mid-age man in a long non-descript coat smoking on a corner in a cold morning waiting for life to pass. A housewife full of well-hidden resentment towards the smoking guy cooking a simple family dinner in the end throwing it in front of him and the children at 6pm. No words, and if so, just a “shut your trap” response. It’s not even sad.

What a bleak vision…