(7am, early dawn. Featureless quiet skies, a single star above frozen roofs. Neighbours heading for work, a crowded bus leaving the stop, commuter cars changing places in the parking lots. Connection reset. A mental bucket of items. Still unsorted.)

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #where we do what we do

Marga Xeyat Ⓐ hat dies geteilt.