Closing in on 10pm. A world behind stained windows, a shapeless dark that doesn't even want to reveal that line to separate roofs from sky. Sound of an airplane taking off, of a bus making the last corner before passing through the stop, a yellow schemen, almost like floating above wet ground. Neighbours across the street lost to the luring images of their TV set, a whole room full of artificial colours and random stories. Thoughtlessly watching from afar. Tired yet restless again. (Have a soothing night wherever you are.)