The morning so far: In between woods and fields and other cities dense industrial, concrete suburbs. Watching pale sidewalks, pale facades and faces in between sad and indifferent, yet still feeling paranoid and watched all the time. And within all of that: That ever-present sensation of being totally disconnected and still having a deeply rooted link kept back to here.
More uncanny phenomenons. Experiencing oneself in uneven states of mind. Briefly awake, unsure where to find a Now between midnight and dawn. Too far from both, too close to both. (Empty street. But at least visible. Some neighbours already keeping their lights alive through the dark and there's a temporary comfort in knowing that. Not filling the lack of dreams, though.)