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and one of those days which passes by almost unnoticed, where tasks are looked at before being found already done, the clock face becalmed and then, in the blink of the eye, somehow having sprinted into the hours beyond you...  looking north,  the descending sun reflecting reddened gold from dark windows upon the lower slopes of Yangmingshan, a slow tide of cascading cloud creeping over the summits, immersing the heights and clambering down towards the city where you find yourself looking back upon an unmarked day, which might be reasonably described as one of productive dislocation...