Closing in on 10pm. Old synth wave music, either from some seemingly forgotten background tab or somewhere out in the backyards. Watching a soft-coloured dusk with tired eyes, surprised to see the evening is still capable of bringing up so many colours. Surprised, too, that mind's still capable of shaping thoughts into somewhat clear structures. And amidst all this: The ever-present challenge of being with oneself, ones own perception and program, in between a static horizon and elusive clouds. (Good night everyone, wherever you are.)