10pm diaries. Today: Putting an overheated day to rest, being overheated in oneself somehow. Sound of a huge fan quiescing most of the city noises tonight. Watching the world outside from a distance, unsure to tell reality from dream in whatever the hours expose. Clocks ticking, in a weird way noticing there are smaller and bigger blocks of minutes missing from the last two hours. A scent of sleep in everything. Not sure how this morning started. Not sure how night will, for that matter.