Past 10pm again. Empty roads, small paths through parks, quiet lakes and that wilderness that roams at the heart of the city. A few people, sweaty and in narrow, bright clothes, submitting to physical exercise, running through clouds of dust and mosquitos. Late light of a sun that set already a while ago. Resounding conversations, a sensation of familiarity and still an perception of increasing distance, a notion of being more than just a few steps off that track. Thinking values, priorities, goals. And maybe years to dedicate to visions of whichever kind. That ever-reoccuring urge to question oneself. Never stop. Have a quiet night everyone wherever you are.