Way later. Sun did set. Clouds kept from passing through. This evening used to have so many colours it's hardly possible for the mind to remember each and every one. Now, the little left of the day seems to collect in some warmly lit windows, some strings of lamps all along balcony rails, some pale screens of mobile devices being carried from river to bus stop. (Footsteps crossing the appartment below. A phone call a message sound and broadcast music from a low quality speaker. Focussing on the random, too far into night for anything else. Sweet dreams everyone wherever you are.) #outerworld #concrete_city #the_late_hours #slowdown_and_warm_lights

Somewhere later the day, probably: Unwinding. But as a superpower, desirable yet ungranted. Old systems of all sorts, dark corners, sins of omission ones earlier self couldn't help comitting. Feeling mental capacities wearing off a bit. (Past 10pm. A single late bird waiting near the bus stop. Two electric scooters in the street, green lights, unnerving sounds. Weekend, unfolding. Have a soft night wherever you are.) #outerworld #concrete_city #the_late_hours #no_sleep_no_dreams_just_dense_darkness