10am and on. Of rivers and waves and knuckle-deep puddles on old roads. Of hidden sun and an immense though somewhat bright greyness wrestling late summer green. Random stories of old, a ringtone nearby resembling the dialup sound of a 56k modem prior to submerging in a digital void for hours again. Travelling obscure libraries. Pondering through disputable knowledge. It used to be calmer out there in there.