notes from the outer world.

9pm and on. Pondering shapes of stories and irregular characters and the weirdness in typesetting and the shadows cast by burnt-down candles. And weather. A dark person moving behind curtains on the other side of the road. A car alert going off for a few moments, silenced fast enough before being able to notice details. Ephemeral thoughts in the emptiness of late busses.

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