very quiet night for me. Murakami still ahead of me and probably will not sleep before midnight. Daily
telling myself that today, it's certainly been up and I make every day, like a mantra, I beg 'tomorrow' ...
If we could somehow cut off, seal off, isolate,
This would be the end.
But what is the end, and not the beginning ...
The Streets discovered centuries ago.
perfectly fit the mood of summer nights.
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