Past 10pm once more, considering checkpoints all along the course of arbitrary time intervals, but missing any meaningful place to keep track of it. Also, with a still bright evening, torn between opening windows wide to be a bit more connected to everything - and locking down well enough to not be visible, to be safe from anyone taking notice of ones own presence. Dark jazz in a neighbourhing appartment. Bats circling above crossroads again. Slowdown, as a conscious effort to focus on things outside the actual focus. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.