A lot later again, focus finally may wane. Catching fragments of conversations out there, in between ones own noise, the one that's really there and the one that's just floating in between these walls as the day recedes. Archeology in software. Trying to make sense of stuff people, including oneself, wrote ages ago and yet just yesterday. Feeling humbled at what's to be found, even more so considering the sensation of superiority back when writing it down. Perspectives on the same reality, stories of imposters and experience and still being an apprentice after all these years. A deep breath, a sigh, and an invitation for the night to enter. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.