Closing in on 10pm once more. Of reading instead of writing, of not finding words or even languages. Images will have to do for the moment it seems. Wrapping up the day in the available light, having lukewarm showers in cold bathrooms, burning another incense and trying to track down some more errors before the night washes away the remainder of todays conscious thoughts. Somewhere in between sleepy and tired, perhaps. If there's a middle ground at all.