Way later again, or at least that's how it feels. There's quite some sleep lacking from these nights, and that seems to make days feel shorter and more dense. Remaining in a silent living room, resting on the floor and listening to ice scratching the roof still, neighbours floating in music and movies, scarce traffic heading in and out, and the city gradually lose itself to dreams old and new. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

#outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #the sleep is a slow story