Out and back in again, hours later hours filed, heavy head heavy mind and still at odds with things and oneself. The power of routines. The order of rituals. The inability to be more organised. The ever present feeling of missing relevant aspects in the stream of reality. Eyes closed, hands on cold windowsill. The evening in a nutshell. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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