8pm and out again. Rolling with the wind, circling park and its ponds. The early breath of another intense summer night in things. Losing it to some meandering thoughts. Like: What kind of book to form with all the lost drafts, all the typos, all the responses irrevocably gone with ephemeral infrastructure... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/08/13/pm-and-out.html