Close to 10pm. Once again. Candle flickering in a temporary strong breeze. The night in the quarter has turned dark, dense, impenetrable. New life in old rooms, over there. Most of the boxes have been unpacked, walls are still empty, another large screen is spilling its colours and pictures. Grabbing attention, while all the other windows are dark, still or already. Dozing away with the music. Friday evening, calming down, no expectations, no demands.