10pm and on. Burning the late oil, even though not close to midnight yet. Hunting moths that feel enticed by the bright white screen. There's a party going on behind that balcony just across the street, and even though people don't seem to need light, there's at least a dozen of voices and three different languages mixed into one. Waiting for automated procedures to commence, with that slightly tense gut feeling of having to rely on ones own explanations provided to the machines, untestable prior to the actual run. At some point it's always gambling. (Have a safe night wherever you are.)