Later that afternoon: Unsure what to make of it. Too many fragments, too few clues to connect these. Some lights on the desktop, in the twilight of the office, both to keep the grey away and to avoid unwanted information to leak into the ongoing call. Sometimes focus is challenging, especially when most of this is about listening and waiting for trigger words to jump in. Next doors construction site’s getting noisier with the hours passing. No thoughts, few voices in the streets, no people on the sidewalks, but there’s always that sound coming with this very call. Slowly, too slowly moving on.