Beset by what, mere shadow, built by flameless glow? Not deep enough. The edges of me still sillouette against such light. Vanish, like the smoke of the last drag, and I shall. Kill the nail, watch the night drink the embers. Walk now, where no gaze sets upon me. There, sanctuary. There, solace. There, home. In what wayward angel calls me here. Silent street, amber halo above the city. All I’ve ever needed was here. Fade, into this city. Become forgotten, in this city. One last swig and I am now lost here. Until clocks bear no time.
– Mitsuo Tanaka