Gray sky in the window, "Atom Heart Mother" in the earplugs, an old man in white shirt eating a sandwitch wrapped in celophane. Two sleeping kids are wearing badges, they must've attended some sort of olympiad. All sleep. Finally, silence. And "Atom Heart Mother".
11:09 The old man sleeps, hidden his head in his synthetic jacket hanging on a hook right of the window
Link's too unstable for interactive SSH session, so I'm limited to sending fire-once scripts during short timespans when connection shows up
Alan's Psychodelic Breakfast