Closing in on 10pm and listening to the fading, dissonant melodies of a filled long day. Too, someone is playing a guitar somewhere in the streets, once again, and it seems like practising beyond scales, practising that's achieving some result. (Lighting a candle. Leaving a concluding remark before flipping this page. Taking a deep breath, keeping air to oneself for a moment to counter the sensation of world spinning too fast. And waiting for some rest in all that. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)