Around 10pm again. About unavailable services, technical interventions, undefined responsibilities and contacts ending somewhere in digital darkness between the silos. With the clouds drawing closer again, it's hard to tell weather from early night. Still, there are people in the street, sitting on the sidewalk in an imaginary state of summer, chatting, drinking wine from bottles while their dogs are hurrying to get to the river and back. Standing in the open door for a moment, feeling rather than just seeing that late day. Pulsing city under naked feet.