Linden-Limmer - Hannover (Niedersachsen, Germany)
Beneath my muted joy lies a dull sadness. It pulses quietly but incessantly through my body and rises into my mind. Unwanted thoughts come and stay. My stomach contracts, but not from hunger. I'm in that mood again that always befalls me before we continue our journey.
I go to the canal one last time, hoping to see the swan family without encountering that idiot. One such experience is enough for me. It occupied my thoughts for a long time afterward and evoked further unpleasant memories from my past as well as strong emotions. I can already see the swans from the steps that lead me down from the canal bridge to the water. However, I encounter no people, which suits me fine.
The three young swans are almost as large as the adults and can only be distinguished by their brown plumage. When they make sounds, it still sounds like very young animals. It's beautiful to see them. It's beautiful to be alone here. I'm outside almost every day, mostly in the near vicinity of the apartment, like at this canal. But the joy is no longer there. It's not only because of the many speeding cyclists you have to watch out for, but also because of the constant, incessant noise from the nearby highway.
I prefer quiet, but I don't find it here. Good that we're leaving. Until then, there's not much left for me but to turn my gaze inward. I explore the inner landscape of my soul, meditate, walk, and listen to podcasts. I stay away from the news. What happens in the world no longer interests me. The outside world has become foreign to me. And especially here, where much is run-down, dirty, and covered in graffiti. Time to disappear.
Beneath my muted joy lies a dull sadness. It pulses quietly but incessantly through my body and rises into my mind. Unwanted thoughts come and stay. My stomach contracts, but not from hunger. I'm in that mood again that always befalls me before we continue our journey.
I go to the canal one last time, hoping to see the swan family without encountering that idiot. One such experience is enough for me. It occupied my thoughts for a long time afterward and evoked further unpleasant memories from my past as well as strong emotions. I can already see the swans from the steps that lead me down from the canal bridge to the water. However, I encounter no people, which suits me fine.
The three young swans are almost as large as the adults and can only be distinguished by their brown plumage. When they make sounds, it still sounds like very young animals. It's beautiful to see them. It's beautiful to be alone here. I'm outside almost every day, mostly in the near vicinity of the apartment, like at this canal. But the joy is no longer there. It's not only because of the many speeding cyclists you have to watch out for, but also because of the constant, incessant noise from the nearby highway.
I prefer quiet, but I don't find it here. Good that we're leaving. Until then, there's not much left for me but to turn my gaze inward. I explore the inner landscape of my soul, meditate, walk, and listen to podcasts. I stay away from the news. What happens in the world no longer interests me. The outside world has become foreign to me. And especially here, where much is run-down, dirty, and covered in graffiti. Time to disappear.