I've got some books from a second hand book-fair. I left a message on a wall of messages, all handwritten and pinned on top of each other. Someone on the tram had a national anthem play when their phone rang. And I found a round side-table to put books and things on.
I'm looking up at the slanting roof geometry. The window is open even though it's cold and wintry, because I like the evening air. I haven't turned the lights on yet, it's just become darker and gloomier slowly as we all turn.
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