She was walking down the street after a long tiring day at work. It was a very bad day for her. She lost her job, broke her engagement and her house owner asked her to vacate the place within a week. With just a little amount of money left, she deci...
In the dead of night, in spite of the electric lights, London seems an alien city, especially if you are walking through it alone.
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In the more sequestered streets - once the pubs are closed, and at a distance from the 24-hour convenience stores - the sodium gleam of the street lamps, or the flickering stripligt from a sleepy minicab stand, offers little consolation.
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There are alleys and street corners and shop entrances where the darkness appears to collect in a solid mass. There are secluded squares where, to take a haunting line from , night makes "a weird sound of its own stillness". There are buildings, monuments and statues that, at a distance, and in the absence of people, pulsate mysteriously the sepulchral light.
There are foxes that slope and trot across the road as you interrupt their attempts to pillage scraps from upended bins.
And, from time to time, there are the faintly sinister silhouettes of other solitary individuals - as threatened by your presence, no doubt, as you are by theirs.
"However efficiently artificial light annihilates the difference between night and day," Al Alvarez has remarked, "it never wholly eliminates the primitive suspicion that night people are up to no good."
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It is easy to feel disoriented in the city at the dead of night, especially if you are tired from roaming its distances, dreamily or desperately somnambulant.
