Night over and return to morning. I see bit of sky from my flooded bathtub. Ether live or not, my feeling is like a stranger or other. I see bit of sky from my flooded bathtub. I buried interval of this town. Mathematic patterns of the sight of the buildings, it’s comes off. Voice its stream to my headphone to the world of the black glasses. Then view lost its meaning for while. Dead leaves dancing in the winds. I make my jacket color high. Now I turn an alley. Suddenly I lean my neck. Deviate impassively, stop with anonymity. Destruct to morning bustle again for while.