Finally, evening falls. Back inside, calming down, one of these days that make it hard to remember how exactly the morning started except for the fact that it included certain routines but that's hardly a surprise or some real insight. Mind's dancing, inner monkeys trying to get hold of some obscure topics that might better be untouched for today. Not sure which of these forces is likely to win. Just barely aware for now. And as poorly asleep as most of the time. The ever-returning challenges of finding rest. Have a soft night wherever you are.

10pm and on. A long day and there are aspects in things easier than others. Silent behind living room windows, letting the sound of the hours fade in the air of night. Back above these streets, reconnected and somewhere near the deviations of a short dense week again. Nervous. Somehow content. Somehow grateful. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

A lot later: Low bandwidth mode. Archaic screensavers, not really needed or desirable anymore but the mind got lost to that weird aesthetics a few moments ago and now has a hard time detaching from it. Technological memories, memories in and of technology, as a substantial part of the appearance of ones own history. Languages lost years ago. Expressions still remaining. That's presumably a good thing. Talking continuity and comfort in some kind of identity, however limited it might be. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.