notes from the outer world.

5pm and on. Stormy autumn, office lights still, never noticed that waiting-room style furniture and mood across the backyards. People resting in chairs, staring into a void, abstaining from conversations or any other kind of interaction. And few shadows of pedestrians crossing the road heading for the train station.  Dark to light light to dark. Sore throat, voice almost gone, thoughts settling again like snowflakes or particles of dust.

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