The temporary void; no music no thoughts after the calls faded. Savouring this silence before the beat sets in again, pushing forth into a pale indifferent afternoon. Paperwork, difficult playground, vague outlook. 3pm and on. Early conclusions with the day still far from finished.

#outerworld #home office hours #where we do what we do #concrete city #autumn in moments

Marga Xeyat â’¶ hat dies geteilt.

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