notes from the outer world.

Some steps further. The sound of distant trains and slow jazz nearby. A car parking, doors opened, closed. Dishes placed on a cupboard, below. And always a ringing phone, somewhere. Noticing quite late the absence of stars tonite, and the cold that made it into the rooms again. Noticing ones fingers drawing patterns in the dust on the windowsill, unconsciously, but hesitating to make sense of what's to be seen there. It's late enough, vague enough already, anyway. Have a calm night wherever you are.

Blurred monochrome shot of lights and structures on a windowpane.

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