10pm and on. Quiescing the noise, muting external sources. Dimming that last light remaining for today. Leaving behind some notes for tomorrow mornings self, unsure whether that scribble will manage to carry its meaning through the dark hours. Watching some drunk young dudes disappear in a car way below, and a student slightly the same age staring into his books, somewhere across the street. Different lives different dreams different ways to fill nights.