A lot later again: Mental load squeezed into mental boxes and stored elsewhere. Pending Drafts squeezed into shape. A feeling of safety found in concealed loose ends and a long, deeply nested agenda. Still hoping for the right words at hand at the right time. (Yawning. Rewinding. Summing up the day and its outcomes, shortcomings and whatever else left worth remembering. Some conversations closer than others. And always a bit of starlight in things, at least that late the night. Sleep well everyone wherever you are.) #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations #no_sleep_no_dreams_just_dense_darkness

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