Closing in on 10pm, not much further. At least talking intentions. Usual flow: Well prepared, less well prepared, unsorted. Anxious. Focussing on breath, on the sounds emanating from weather and city and backyards, on that small silent void some inches above ones own head that sometimes feels almost like a hideout from oneself. Fans running louder again. Neighbours lose each other in what feels like a fight same as pointless as passionate, and maybe there's rest once this energy has been burnt. (Have a peaceful night wherever you are!)