Finally: Challenging ones own perception by trying to recall everything that used to be of importance ever since leaving the first half of the day. And failing, as expected. Wondering whether to pick up that red thread and walk all the way back, but then letting things fade into the unknown past isn't too bad either. No guitar players, no candles tonight, most of the windows closed and most of the street like in a mode of early night. Even though it's already too late for that. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.