9pm and on. Felt rain in thin hair, inhaled the scent of moist green prevailing where the concrete didn't manage to get, so far. Passed through rarely seen realms of the inner city, entering and leaving again similar conversations led by unfamiliar voices. Too: The occassional difficulties of curating appr... notes.z428.eu https://notes.z428.eu/2024/09/11/212403.html