Feeling dissent with oneself, hours later and still spinning. Unauthorized access, quiet logs, once more that sentiment of talking to, of arguing with an obscure void. The sudden urge to have a cold shower and a shave and incenses and maybe a wine and better speakers for whichever music might lift up right now. And the art of resisting most of these. Unraveling. Too slow, but at least to some extent. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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