8pm and on. Scrolling up and returning. Weaving some loose ends into e-mail streams. And sometimes feeling like an early 1990s cellar dweller temporarily highlighting important details on print-outs ripped right from the fax machine. Also, the city still has some late fireworks left, but this time the more bright and less noisy ones. Watching some reflections dance across wet streets, in between still-dark houses. The quietness in moments.