10pm, out late in a way. Watching virtual hourglasses repeatedly turn over as machines keep pondering. Meanwhile, half a dozens of flats lightened up and fell back into nightly dark, across the backyards and the street. Different perceptions of time, different perceptions of speed, and yet sometimes all to be noticed is a temporary slowness in things. Once in a while we run, once in a while we sit down along the way. And sometimes we sleep just below the clouds...