It seems odd that I write so much in the afternoon but I have had a touch of insomnia that has been keeping me up days. I seem to be keeping quite sporadic hours, echoing the study subjects patternless patter of clunking comings and goings. They are decisive, but sequentially by turns, like the monogomy defined by a serial tom.

They’ve forgotten some item and have returned and turned on heel and gone out again. Hardly worth the time to log that observation.