Somewhere, anywhere, finally. Fully aware again of how nights out in the hills differ from nights in the city: Hardly any light, limited visibility, these different sounds that come closer, are more random, feel more organic and in a way much more intimidating. A possibility of ghosts, or just animals as scared and suspicious as the spectator. Hours that are heavy on soul and mind. Hours drunk with dry wine and rough thoughts, too. No sleep till midnight? Maybe.