10pm and on. Sounds of rain but still the street is dusty and dry. A chill of growing storms on bare skin but yet the stones of the sidewalk are hot with the sunlight of a past day. A few notes between the lines of the page, more scribble than actual writing. Snapshots of the current state of thoughts, mor... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/07/23/222815.html