The evening, kitchen edition. There's a similarity between beer and bread and somehow a strange nostalgia in both that predates industrial centuries and makes one ponder alternative styles of living and false perspectives on old crafts that work way different in these ages. (A day ending in thoughts same as pointless as the ones it used to start in. Meanwhile, city's about to get ready for this night and everything it might offer and in few cases this seems about anything but sleep. Be safe wherever you are and whatever you're into, heading for the new morning.)