Many hours later, surrounded by streets and squares and corners one is used to, again. Dim light. Age-old melodies from the pub, bass drums, monotonous rhythm but maybe just about right to float off a bit. Remembering the distance and the quiet countryside left and right, the powerlines the forests the passing cars the emptiness of parking lots. Other peoples homes, and a scent to wake moments long gone. Reflecting all they dragged up, just before the night. Very unsure about this. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete_city #evening_deviations