10pm and a long day dissolving in shapeless absence of light. The echo of ones own footsteps, dark staircases, dark corridors, square segments of nightsky behind old windows. And a waxing moon currently hiding in dense clouds, late leftovers of this afternoons rain. The houses enclosing the backyard are mostly silent today, few lights in few windows, hardly any voice to fill the moments before dreams with some fragments of stories. We now what to fill the sleep with, time and time anew.