4pm and on. Dashed lines and dotted lines, building random shapes building mental models that seem as ephemeral and subject to sudden change as clouds are. Not that this day has any. Also: That tension, ever-present and yet sometimes more palpable. That part of the city that manages rather well to conceal its quiet green. That hour of day where various batteries are in disputable state. Completely focusing on the very moment - another missing superpower.