Closing in on 10pm. The silence the noise the life the absence of sleep of the streets. Wading through bug reports, laptop in the lap to make it live up to its name at least once, and to yet somehow keep at least an idea of separation between office hours and these other hours established. (Once again, silencing the news. Not up for that, not now, not at any time these days, anymore. Standing in windows waiting for stars instead. And the soothing comfort found in thinking about their age, size, distance, past. And the void in between. Have an easy night wherever you are.)