10am and on. Lost in in-between time again. Fragmented day following a fragmented night. Wrestling stuck keys, flakey inputs and its amazing results. More coffee, more sun, an astoundingly cold wind. A few rough lines, a few snaps of indecisive days. Watching the trees wave, watching the leaves change colour, listening to the sounds of the city bustling with activity to ignore the fact it's still not even Monday noon.