10pm and on. The sleepiness of body and soul. Processing loop suspended for a moment, inputs collected yet unaddressed. Just noticing, not responding that much anymore. Sober and dizzy, watching invisible clouds veil any star that would be willing to dare and take its way onto these skies. Listening to the collective breath of those out there too tired to wake yet unwilling to already sleep, to let go of now. A shapeless songline. Have a quiet night wherever you are.