Somewhere next to 10pm. Rituals, too, morning to night: Wrestling devices (in this particular case those for input). Relating to technology, "just" wanting something done "quickly" hardly ever works. Meanwhile, watching a wide quiet sky slowly dress up with the colours of late dusk. A young crowd gathering in front of the pub, smoke of tobacco and other kinds of cigarettes ascending, passing balconies and somehow, briefly waving through open windows. Lost in this moment, half asleep, half restless. Have a pleasant night everyone, wherever you are.