Close to noon. Stepping out of the flow once more, just for a while, to catch some breath. Letting the headphones sink, the voices fade for a moment. Windows remained open, unfortunately, so it's all summer again within these walls. Watching the janitor make his way through the backyard, slower than on ordinary days, but at least he's still in the mood for a cigarette and a chat with some of the office folks disappearing in lunch break. Random contacts, random exchanges, and cake. Before we accelerate again.