10pm. On/off, both relating to connectivity, power state and mental alignment with whatever track one still could be on this late. A loud phone call on the street, slowly on its way down to the river. The echo of music, once the headphones dropped and city night comes into perception again. Collecting: Things left undone. Snippets from old printouts, part of the personal internet archive. And a bit of dust the summer used to store on the island stones resting on the windowpane. To have and to keep. (Sleep well everyone wherever you are.)