Circling 10pm again. Eventually, it's all about returning home, leaving bulkier luggage behind those doors supposed to hide away all that belongs to the bright hours, wrapping up some half-baked thoughts and notions. Cold showers, to get rid of all that dust imaginary and real. Some systems disconnect, some hints end up in a fragmented and clueless mood, some constellation of data don't feel like revealing its meaning anytime soon. (Consulting the model for explanations far beyond its boundaries once more. Trying to align personal and global history for a moment. Quickly giving up on both.)