Walking the streets from midnight to early morning, is not unlike walking through a graveyard at dusk. You can see the ghosts of peoples day. You can hear the echo of their voices. You can feel their presence. While stalking the streets you pass under the fog clouding around hazy street lamps, look into dark windows, and youβre as good as alone. Breath leaves your mouth, swimming around you like the smoke of a cigarette. The faintest glimmer of life echos the streets you wander. The silence screams louder than your own thoughts. You wonder what it would be like to die, would you stay a ghost on these streets?