Earlier than usual, later than expected and somewhere in between. Lost signal amidst piling irrelevances, trying to extract a few meaningful bits from a seemingly never-ending stream. The city's still in fast pace, a crowd of dark shadows waiting for a late bus, tips of cigarettes pulsing above small pale screens, a dog carrying a green light down to the river. Dull rusty sky, no snow no constellations but the will to dream. Sleep tight at some point, wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that evening #slowing down in fast steps

Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.