I couldn’t sleep that night. My body was resting but images were dancing in my head: artificial lights, anarchic buildings, unattainable people… It was an incomprehensible world depriving me of sleep. After a while, I decided to get up, get dressed and leave the house. It would have been the perfect opportunity for a nighttime walk, but I didn’t go outside.
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