10pm again. A day laid out around re-occurring landmarks. Across the street, some cinematic crime scene unfolds on a way too huge display again. Even with all technological advancing, imagination doesn't, and it remains to be seen whether this is good or bad. Fantasies running in cycles. Utopia withdrawn by a lack of kind dreams. No retreat for the searching. Left for now: Calming down near the windows. Noticing clouds embracing the high-rises beyond the park. A few smaller and larger spots of light clustered around balconies and staircases. The sound of an electric car gaining speed between the houses, heading outbound. About to smell the rain. (Have a soothing night wherever you are.)