10pm and not much further today. A bunch of loose pages piled between hard covers, bound as to not fall apart with the next breeze of late winter wind, be it real or just imagination. Letting the candles, the incenses burn down. Catching a brief, ephemeral glimpse of the stories continuing in other houses and rooms and microcosms. And then calming down, stepping back, inviting the dark in. Have a quiet night wherever you are.