10pm and still a bit on. Returned. The surprising change of the self once ones own door has been closed again. And locked. And checked to be closed and locked for the appropriate number of times. (One more sip of water. A brief, very cautious look into the eyes of ones own mirror self. Pondering partially technical terms for a moment, still, while the echoes of the evening fade: Hibernation. Shutdown. Sleep state. And things in between. Have a decent night wherever you are.)