10pm and on. Things to deal with later that day: Digital services asking whether one's actually a human being. Unsure how to respond. The model has no real idea either, but apparently most people just confirmed and went on. Others end up wondering most elementary identity and belonging again being confronted with those unsettling questions. (Closing the corresponding windows. Opening the actual one, to catch some air and a glimpse of whatever winter it is right now. Flickering pub lights, music reduced to bass lines, and the ever-present distant hum that feels soothing much more than intimidating at this hour. Have a peaceful night wherever you are.)