Much too late. Slightly tipsy, more than just a bit overstimulated. Topics of the day revived in different settings, conversations taking other routes in other company, and never getting out of these without questioning ones own opinions and approaches. Heading home neighbourhood to neighbourhood, a calm city darkness, thin traffic, people waiting for the late lines in empty bus stops. A manifold of ways to spend evenings, and feeling oneself somewhere in between, watching through small eyes, trying to keep ones monkeys from dancing too much. Have a safe night wherever you are.