10pm and on. A long day and there are aspects in things easier than others. Silent behind living room windows, letting the sound of the hours fade in the air of night. Back above these streets, reconnected and somewhere near the deviations of a short dense week again. Nervous. Somehow content. Somehow grateful. Sleep safe everyone wherever you are.

A lot later: Low bandwidth mode. Archaic screensavers, not really needed or desirable anymore but the mind got lost to that weird aesthetics a few moments ago and now has a hard time detaching from it. Technological memories, memories in and of technology, as a substantial part of the appearance of ones own history. Languages lost years ago. Expressions still remaining. That's presumably a good thing. Talking continuity and comfort in some kind of identity, however limited it might be. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.