“My candle burns at both its ends;
It will not last the night;
But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light.”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
I had left my apartment to pay a debt to someone I never owed, of something I never borrowed: something faceless, intangible but priceless. As I walked on the deserted street by the canal, I could sense my pace faster than the breeze but slower than my heart beat. From a place, foreign to me to another equally alien, hoping to meet a stranger at midnight…. the journey seemed never ending and the reason: insidious, as if trying to drag me to the fathomless point of no return. I confirmed to my faceless destiny on the train departure and boarded the same at 23:25 hours.
