Much later again. Resuming the hours and wondering whether things of relevance went unaddressed. Probably so, very much. But at the same time pondering boundaries, capabilities and honouring the relation of both. In between heat and cold, unsatisfied with both yet unable to keep a stable state in between. Windows closed again. All kinds of. Trying to grant attention to the many random stories unfolding on sidewalk and crossroad below, in the pale neon blue of the pub and the headlights of a parked car. Yet slowly turning incoherent, trains of thought taking odd turns, world slowly slipping into its hiding again. Yawning. Covering eyes with hands, for a second, to feel beyond the visible. Entering a halting state. Have a soothing night wherever you are.
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