22:22 and on. Monday came and went by. Cars honking in a dark street, lights of the pub reflected by what seems a wet sidewalk but this night has no rain nor snow. Also, wondering where the early constellations have gone today. The scent of long-forgotten books, browsing through pages offering that inner monkey something to hold on to. Maybe not to write new lines, but at least to be distracted enough not to erase old ones. Have an undisturbed night wherever you are...