10pm and on. Watching the city fall asleep again, as much as it uses to do that. Physically back, mentally still elsewhere. Petting a tired cat, feeling soft fur and yet just being barely here. The scent outside bears winter, the sound echoes sleepless dreams and moving without getting anywhere. Talking to... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/11/30/pm-and-on.html