Lunch break, minor journeys into not-so-far past, as well as short walks around the house. Swallows closer to the ground by now. Hallway behind the main door of the house almost blocked with new furniture, kitchen gear, dishes and everything else to get from a certain huge store. Circumventing any barreers. Searching for ones own keys. No mail. No plan. Slowly back up the stairs, still a bit from what the day actually needs. #outerworld #home office hours #concrete city #stories of breaks and silences