10pm and on again. Postponing things. Trying to find a cat in almost dark rooms, hidden somewhere beneath old card boxes, half-written books, half-pondered thoughts and empty bottles of whichever liquids the weeks demanded. No candles tonight, just the light of the streets below, the noise of the city refusing to sleep, the floor trembling under late traffic, and a bunch of vague memories in between. Gloomy memories. Especially today.