Closing in on 4pm. A shy sun briefly glancing through empty trees. Afternoon commuters on their way home, a dog barking at an e-scooter on the crossroad. Ballet of messengers in the streets, piles of brown boxes growing again. Still in a hurry. And in a responding mode, to collide with the idea of planned, systematic progress. In dire need of fresh air.

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