10pm, resting the body while the mind is still racing. Still trying to find a way into most of todays conversations, trying to find a way through based on empathy and dignity where anger and fear is gaining ground. Moments close to the window again, listening to someone else practising saxophone skills in a dimly lit flat - and feeling stuck in a very personal rhythm of response, all too familiar. Where to draw the line when understanding becomes an unbearable burden yet it's still somehow there on some level? (Waiting for the night to fall...)