notes from the outer world.

Feels like always 10pm. That very hour of the day where just a vague remainder of focus and determination is left and conscious thoughts slowly fade into confusing dreams and outright nonsense. (Watching the red light of the last christmas star left in the kitchen window. And the traces of snow on the glass behind. And the lights of the houses across the backyard behind the snow. Different levels of closeness and distance.)

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