I lay in bed this morning in the silence.  And then began a banging – slow, rhythmic, from across the river. 

There’s a construction site about 100 metres from my windows.  I imagined the workers using a machine to dig a hole.  Later it would be filled with cement, creating a column that would support the new building.

And the throbbing continued.  Part of it was inside me.  And part of it was shaking my bed frame with every plunge.

“What?!  My room is shaking.  The vibrations are travelling under the river to me!”

Unknown.  Things not as they seem.

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And then the TV series Dark came to mind.  It’s about four families and how they’re connected through time.  Plus there’s time travel:  between 2019 … 1987 … 1953 … 2053 … 1921.

The photo shows strings joining people.  At the top right are three photos of Ines Kahnwald.  From right to left, she’s 13, 46 and 79.

Subterranean connections within the same person – young meets old, old meets young.

Connections between people – in the same year, and also when you’re young and I’m old, when you’re old and I’m young.

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Mysteries

Joinings … sometimes invisible

Nothing standing alone

Together