notes from the outer world.

9pm and on. Still. Feeling the first late cold day in bones and soul. Sorting thoughts, words and topics, today, tomorrow, and a distant yesterday washed into reality by old TV news. The more things change, the more they stay same as insane. Windows closed, neighbourhood feels further away than in mild summer evenings. Not sure whether just a temporary impression or something to stay this way for the weeks to come.Β 

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