Closing in on 11pm. Letting todays music fade, closing these open files. Mentally collecting half-written sheets, careful to not wipe the ideas that still feel like needing to dry before being somewhat permanent. A day of juggling many different interwoven and partially conflicting tasks, a day of feeling ones own line of separation from the rest of the world in an intense heat, a day of deviating too deep into weird metaphors. Unsure whether or not to be curious which dreams to arise from that. (Have a night of soft colours everyone, no matter where you are...)