notes from the outer world.

2pm, moving forth. In a run in a hurry in a rush in a profound state of same-as-profound confusion. Different office, different hours of day, people chatting in the streets, blood pulsating through the temples. There's always sun keeping heat in the day, and the feeling of concrete and dust becomes overwhelming for some moments.

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