Close to 9pm. Stop-motion hours, work breaks, coffee breaks, wine breaks. Surrounded by early darkness that slowly turned deeper, denser, more encompassing, more hiding the reality of the world. Swinging in between different rivaling conceptions turning these weeks into a spiritual journey or a candy-coloured carnival, depending who to ask. Sometimes, maybe more than ever, it's the joys of the silent places off the big squares where to let things settle, where to take a breath, where to meet oneself.