Different kinds of water.
10pm again, stalled. Listening to the sound of real and imaginary rain drumming the roof. Still keeping windows open, trying to get along with the mismatch between expected and actual temperature outside while the quarter is reconsidering sleep. Breathing all the late air, which again feels more earth and less city today. (A weird kind of experience while being knee-deep into wrestling arcane devices connected to a digital reality. Ambiguities beyond twilight.)