Closing in on 10pm. In between moving at full speed, trying to burn whatever oil is left of this day, and falling asleep instantly as soon as eyes remain closed for a bit longer than a split second. Across the street, a student is sitting in front of his desk, half-hidden behind books and a small laptop display. Rare motions, and be it just to reach for a huge cup of whichever drink seems appropriate for this hour of day. Airplanes passing high above, no lights just sound. Long distance escapism, on strange wings. (Have a dreamy night wherever you are.)