Closing in on 10pm, once more. Marks on a daily ruler, the comfort in familiarity and the somewhat weird thought of even unconsciously falling for these time frames, of ending in a similar mood and setting at a similar hour every evening anew. No burning of midnight oil tonight. Though, there's still music in between the states of being, in between these walls, in between these houses and neighbourhoods. Silent and distanced, but still audible enough to be noticed. Also: Notes on the sidelines. Clumsy philosophical insights, or failures to gain these. At least in this state of mind it's easy to apologize these with the simple lack focus and clarity, just so close to dreamlike lucidity again. Have a quiet night wherever you are.