Later: Lunch breaks and chances of place and pace. Crossing city quarters, following white lines, limiting input to what's needed to get through. Feeling the daily curve of ambitions flatten, as always along the hours and at least after noon, and trying to wrestle that odd constant mood and the shadows cast on it by things undone and ungrasped, by anxieties floating densely enough to leave but little cracks to slip through in between. Reconnecting. Context topic customer switch. Similar yet different. Or vice versa. #outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #stories of technology and communication