10pm and on and out. The day a collection of images loosely knit together, with some papers peeking out here and there, revealing poor handwriting and sketches all trying and failing to capture the mood of what was left vague. This hour where task lists smile and sigh and quietly head forth into another morning. Watching neighbours return home, watching shadows calmly move behind steamy windows, in small kitchens on small stoves. Eclectic music, caught in bass lines and still unable to sing along. Ideas of falling asleep. Have a soft night wherever you are.
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