Online and reattached. Watching rows and columns of numbers fly by, looking for traces in a pile of shapeless garbage. Broken pipes, broken analogies. A frosty night to pull in across the neighbourhood. Moon in hiding, blue lights blue notes from the pub and a lonely electric scooter hibernating on the sidewalk. The boundaries of electric dreams. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #evening blues #late stories past twilight