Past 9pm, feels much later, slow breath, sleepy and detached from these hours. Clean dishes dirty dishes and a teapot, mostly empty. Diffuse lights on a hazy windowpane, the city outside feeling like but a layer of shapes and colours, forming images but lacking any depth or structure. Music from the pub, a bit more noisy today, not annoying but just not blending with the current mood very much. Yawning and turning down heat. Early night but late enough again. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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