A lot later again. Not really slowed down so far even while feeling uneasy with this kind of continuous speed. Still watching progress, small steps, random errors, odd complications. Taking notes for the new day to resume. The neighbours seem busy rolling out all kinds of coloured lights and ornaments to their terrace railings, the sparkling brightness is astounding even seen from a distance. Wanting to grasp things in paragraphs, but words seem stuck and thoughts all wound-up in itself. Little rest for the weird. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Utopia Disturbia and the dreams of machinery, half asleep. Processes once running now just creeping ahead, in an almost organic quality. Still, with minor outcomes to be noticed. Across the street, kitchen light turned a bit brighter, windows dull with steam and a shadow conducting arcane procedures. Candles everywhere else. Maybe a glowing cigarette in between. Balcony life, way beyond dusk, and just barely awake. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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A lot later. Breathing nights air, past the point of concluding and summing up. Wondering whether music or conversations, once ceased, leave behind different kinds of silence. Too many dreams, some soothing and mild, some contradictory and distorted. Maybe it's all about choice and focus, even in these hours of unattention. Sleep tight wherever you are.

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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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A lot later. Of stones and rocks and mountains. At least metaphorically. And then a quiet glance. Christmas decorations that made it to the windows across, and with the darkness of that little molten snow the light over there feels even warmer. Filing a few late mails while falling for old patterns, blatantly ignoring all aspirations of balancing personal and professional aspects. It's all one, after all, with all that enthusiasm and uncertainties and curiosity and doubts, and in all of this, evenings are more pleasant than mornings to be sure. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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Past 9pm, feels much later, slow breath, sleepy and detached from these hours. Clean dishes dirty dishes and a teapot, mostly empty. Diffuse lights on a hazy windowpane, the city outside feeling like but a layer of shapes and colours, forming images but lacking any depth or structure. Music from the pub, a bit more noisy today, not annoying but just not blending with the current mood very much. Yawning and turning down heat. Early night but late enough again. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later, once more. Breathing and stretching against todays tensions. Dissociating. Handling a reoccurring sensation of earlier anger, mixed with a good dose of guilt. Unsubscribed from a bunch of podcasts because they increasingly start to feel unrelated and part of a bubble one doesn't belong to. Resorted to music instead, for a bit, shuffle through a collection of sounds capable of inspiring a lot of contradictory moods. Indecisive yet whether this is a good or a difficult thing. Painting the night in the colours of dreams, hopefully the more cheerful ones. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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Later the day again, though unsure how much. A kitchen retreat, used dishes and other kinds of leftovers and that desire to clean things up to not have them haunt another morning. Sleepy at the same time, heavy-headed and stuck in a loop for a bit watching the late shows filling that huge screen in that appartment just across. Random snippets of input. Too ephemeral to really be information, yet vivid enough to need some kind of processing and that's all these hours can't handle very well. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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No more rain no more fog and clarity of early night in between houses. Different shades of neon, an annoyed bass guitar line from the pub, bit louder than usual. Electric scooters rolling down the street, heading for the alley and into the park. Candles behind the windowpane across the street, casting dim light on two faces close to each other. An uncanny sudden urge to chocolate and cigarettes but lacking both. Late entry, a random watching code do a bit more of its work before focus completely wanes. Something's always weird. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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(Too many thoughts. Still too fast, consciously breathing, trying to feel the flow of air inbound outbound in lungs and nostrils. Watching the candle flickr, listening to broadcast fiction echo in the rooms behind the wall, entertaining the mind by trying to find the line between intended and unintended storytelling. And between language models and and incomplete mental maps charting worlds of complexity unknown. There are better ideas to spend an evening. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.)

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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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A sensation of night, still struggling to slow down and wondering how one got here today. Stuck for a few confusing minutes trying to make sense of a visualization that hides a more complex scenery. Music and laughter from the pub, a door opened wide, silhouettes rushing through the bright rectangle of light drawn onto a sleeping road. Dreaming, in this moment, as a more collaborative effort and maybe that's the challenge of it. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later: Recovering. Letting the day the evening sink, feeling the tiredness in every step and the frost creeping in again. Conversations with a bright moon, a church just dimly lit in comparison, and the music left and right of it just slowly calming. Here, in a way, even though unsure what that means. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later again. Pondering past bad habits, overcoming them, envying former selves for their ability to rewire inner circuits in a lasting way. Rooms opened wide the outer world, smelling hearing feeling the dense early night, humming a song that fiercely made it to attention without remembering why. Tracing back some more lines until mind refuses to go any further. Here enough, for now. Humble and grateful. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.

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Much too late. Slightly tipsy, more than just a bit overstimulated. Topics of the day revived in different settings, conversations taking other routes in other company, and never getting out of these without questioning ones own opinions and approaches. Heading home neighbourhood to neighbourhood, a calm city darkness, thin traffic, people waiting for the late lines in empty bus stops. A manifold of ways to spend evenings, and feeling oneself somewhere in between, watching through small eyes, trying to keep ones monkeys from dancing too much. Have a safe night wherever you are.

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In between breaks and realities and different phases of days. Not really awake anymore not fully asleep yet but fallen, more than once, to disturbing dreams. Near the window now, gazing into clouds and rain and just briefly noticing the warm light of the other appartments over there. Traffic on wet roads, a bus arriving, opening closing doors, departing. A clockwork ticking, a fly circling the bulb of an old lamp, play of dust and shades and it's all shaping up and fading again. Ephemeral, fragile, fascinating. Have a soothing rest everyone wherever you are.

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Evening came and went, hours did melt, mind went on and off. Night feeling much later than it actually is. No more focus, realities fading into dreams. Music and sounds of distant trains filling the street crossroads to crossroads, there seems a desire to rest as well as an inability to rest, a whole load of loose ends piling up, a temporary frantic mood urging to get at least some of them resolved. A deep breath, a cold hot shower, a few gazes into mirrors and candles and a few other arcane routines, without second thought. Withdrawing into a new dark. With the morning just a few twinkles away. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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A lot later. Somehow lost touch with the time of week. Trying to get tomorrows agenda straight before noticing weekend and the absence of professional appointments. Rewind. Light of candles, and the intense touch of lavender in moist warm air. A play of shadows a dance in the room across the street, curtains closed and stories left to imagination. People laying the hours to rest, people heading for the city and its more glittering parts. Somewhere in between, humming old music, no words to sing. Have a pleasant night everyone wherever you are.

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🌃 Tired mind, sleepy eyes and an imagination of starlight on everything. No decision as of yet whether window to remain opened or be closed. Which darkness is more preferrable, the inner or the outer one?

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Hours later again and slightly unsure of certain facts, such as day of week and season and whether the streets are already or still asleep. Just across, a flat is emptied again, books stored in boxes, furniture disassembled. A single lamp shedding cold light, casting strong shadows. Noticing the things while they change, disconnected from names and faces and stepping back into the living calm of this room while rest is a hope and dreams are a promise. Have a peaceful night everyone wherever you are.

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