Almost 10pm. One of the bulbs in the living room broke, and what's left of the light induces an odd, not totally comfortable mood in this ongoing night. Also, this evening's about attempts to firework, somewhere in the city, for just a few short moments. And about how extremely fast one is dropped back into normal flow even after a day quite far from the usual rhythm and structure. Weird attractors. A beat exercised so well it could be reproduced even while asleep. We are who we are. With all strings attached.