A lot later again. In between sleep and wake, that annoying experience of having been close to that solution while dozing through dusk - to know it slipped out of hand just that moment one wants to grab it. Trembling in dense air, cold rooms, tired. Pondering numbers, sequences, structures and formulas. Abstract philosophy devoid of any purpose, but unable to quiesce those. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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