Ending long hours after a short week, somehow. Heavy-headed, thin-minded. Looking at todays log, surprised by the amount of different aspects written into it, like a puzzle made of conflicting parts put together with more than just a gentle force. Unsure whether to examine gaps and overlaps. There has been enough analytics for now. Listening to the sound of the weather in the neighbourhood instead, watching late pedestrians walk their dogs and cigarettes and smartphones, and a few back room dwellers to head for the pub again. Quiet and indifferent. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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