10pm and then some, finally. Silence of the neighbourhood, silence of the stars. A distant roaring train, a late gathering of people at the corner where that small path disappears in the darkness floating across the river banks at this time. It's all about people walking their dogs, smartphones, cigarettes. About people unconsciously seeking company of resonating souls. And about people who still can't relate to spending the dark hours asleep. (At least, the city is an odd home for all of these and more.)