Recording the applause each evening at 8 p.m. (when possible), listening to the patterns of  this moment in the day, repeating itself, in confinement, listening to the changes, the last bits of social life in my block, the words of my neighbors, the struggles, the loneliness, and the dog barking, always on time.

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