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Nightlife: The false nature of things

night The icy wind cut his cheeks but no matter. The cold made him feel alive. Each step echoed through the deserted streets that sound and made him tremble, as it was proof of his total solitude and isolation. It was very late, very early. Echoes long ago that life had left the streets in search of rest even in light of the lanterns gave the alleys, squares and buildings, an air safety and civilization. He walked aimlessly, no one expected and no one was chasing him, there was no reason to walk at night, at least there was no reason he could admit or understand yet. It was just a necessity, a desire to be swallowed by the night and silence, by his false quiet, and his sinister appeal. Walking through the streets immutable was like a little profanity, witness ruining a beautiful postcard with their presence. It made her feel unique and special.
The reality is a dream and is efímera.Tan normal only hours before these same streets were unbearable, full of people with their noise, their fears, your desires and emotions overwhelmed. Persons without any logic, they did not do what they had and wanted what they could not have. Dolls buffeted by storms, in accordance with the explanations they give a poor self-fulfilling sense of their lives, but hating every second of that horrible uncertainty that they can barely hide. These same streets just hours before were now reeking humanity and aseptic cold. The city, a creation so human and selfish, had become a storehouse of living corpses waiting meek in their beds until an alarm clock to start again ordered them to turn back this area died in a colony of worker ants. Perhaps what attracted him was the night your false purity. Sunlight as it shows dirt, but the shadows of the night and artificial light from the streetlights mask all the rot.
A barking in the distance him from his reverie. Why was it necessary to analyze the time? Explanations are of little value when reality is so capricious, inconsistent and malleable. What is reality? The reality is a myth, hypocrisy, deception and a cauterization of the feelings and understanding. Reality are habits that we repeat to infinity, we assume common situations voluntarily or involuntarily and can change in a second or may not ever change. Look at the reality not to seek a sense of things, but to deceive, to believe that we still have a control we never had. The basis of our civilization is lying and poor who can not accept it.
did not know what time it was or even cared. The night was their guide and the morning light just spoil the moment of unreality she needed. Tomorrow something horrible would happen, would suffer again and again to change your reality. The lies that had created so meticulously in order to live would burst again and was not sure I could bear. But that was going to happen tomorrow and tomorrow never come, because now it was night and the night was unalterable, time froze and the pain disappeared. There was only the false nature of things.