10pm and on. Having a shower a haircut a shave, way less glamorous than an act of self-care and yet in a way leaving one in a somewhat lighter, reliefed, refreshed mood. And finally, there's an idea of wind breathing through the bushes and trees of the backyard, merging into the busy noise and conversations from a dozen of balconies that remained open wide to capture a bit of cool evening air. Too: Unsolicited messages. Undesirable offers. A filling mailbox, waning patience and more filters in place to keep these things from polluting thoughts already flooded with input. At least, it's good to know what not to respond to. (Have a night of deep dreams everyone, wherever you are.)