6pm and rain turns a bit more determined. Interesting to see the city change its face once more, with wet alleys and evening lights reflected by old stones. (For a moment, almost sucked into this reality, pondering a rhythm of days dedicated to leaving well-crafted traces of irrelevance on heavy, rough paper while spending nights in a narrow apartment upstairs, sipping on red wine and eventually smoking in an open windowframe, with the sound of the drops drumming on ancient roofs.)