Utopia Disturbia and the dreams of machinery, half asleep. Processes once running now just creeping ahead, in an almost organic quality. Still, with minor outcomes to be noticed. Across the street, kitchen light turned a bit brighter, windows dull with steam and a shadow conducting arcane procedures. Candles everywhere else. Maybe a glowing cigarette in between. Balcony life, way beyond dusk, and just barely awake. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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