The late hours, blank slates. Applications set to forget their share of history and there are too many considerations attached. Ending up in a constant deja-vu while trying to discover new routes through territories most likely charted before. Here be the dragons we know. Watching smelling feeling the flame of the candle dance in evening breezes. A saxophone is playing outside, somewhere - or maybe just the mind wishes there would be. Relying on input, savouring outer realities, lacking music of ones own. Sleep as an option but how far do we get this way? (Have a calm night wherever you are.)

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