I like walking Moscow streets in the night. There is something misterious in that contrast of darkness and city lights: a billion lamps shine like local stars creating fantastic shadows and sharp silhouettes. Cars are passing you so fast that you're not able to catch their colour - thousands upon thousands. Your eyes notice someone's stoplights, someone's headlights, and the very next moment you are hundred meters aways. Do you know anyone taking ride? Have they noticed you? A strange feeling of crowd and lonelyness at once...
