Midnight Diaries

At night, when people are going home after work I walk the streets. The light in front of me disappears the moment I reach out my hand. The light that covers the city at night is fleeting and disappears instantly. The light that I should be able to see now seems to never cease, but it is constantly shifting, stagnating, and becoming a new light again. Wandering through the city at night, I sometimes feel as if the city itself is alive. The city, which should have been a mirror reflecting me, has somehow become distorted, twisted, and repulsive. I almost lose sight of the meaning of my existence in this town. I wanted to preserve this view before the city itself disappears someday. It is both a record of reality and a fictional record reflecting myself.