(Too many thoughts. Still too fast, consciously breathing, trying to feel the flow of air inbound outbound in lungs and nostrils. Watching the candle flickr, listening to broadcast fiction echo in the rooms behind the wall, entertaining the mind by trying to find the line between intended and unintended storytelling. And between language models and and incomplete mental maps charting worlds of complexity unknown. There are better ideas to spend an evening. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues pastel dusk #the late hours