A walk in the night
When I was a child I was told by my parents not to go wandering outside at night. They said it was dangerous. Probably you have the same situation as mine. And if I knew my parents well enough, they will probably freaked out when they know that I’ve been walking around at night, with a camera on my hand. You see, for most people, mostly are elders, only bad people wander at night.
The truth is, considering my neighbourhood, there is nothing to be afraid of. And for me seeing the city at night is kind of refreshing. It’s like seeing two different cities. My city looks mostly like a dead city past 9PM. But I love the light at night. I like the silence of the night. I like this other personality of the city. Darker, sometimes more bitter, colder, but in a way also more honest.
By walking at night I feel like watching a city going to sleep. I can hear some distant sound of vehicles. I could feel the cold night wind. I was tired, hungry, and sleepy. Yet I see some people still working at night and some homeless people sleeping on street-side.
At that point I realize that I’m on a different world. I’d go home but I will definitely come back to the streets at night again.
