Nights at Cityscape

Introduction

"The only truly reliable narrator is life itself. But life itself is also a completely unreliable narrator because it is constantly misdirecting and misleading us and taking us on this journey where it is literally impossible to predict, where it's gonna go next."

— Life itself, 2018

Some people say that the only thing that will matter in this world is the life of a man between he was still alive and when he was dead. Instead of paying much attention of living a full life, most people tend to live their lives accordingly to what they wanted it to be. 

And...

I'm one of those people. I don't care about what's gonna happen today until the moment I wake up the next morning. I also don't care about what's waiting for me in the afterlife—If ever there is an afterlife. I'm pretty wretched... maybe. I am the carefree itself that never worries about anything else.

"As long as I'm alive... I'm alive."

That's my motto.

Pretty meaningful huh. Just in case, being alive is very unlikely from living— so basically my whole life is a complete "I don't care."

But just like classic novels, suddenly, all tables has turned. Believe me, I hate dramas. Life changes a lot 'ya know, while things and people just come and go. Guess life ain't always what you think it ought to be all the time.

Not until I met this guy. Yes, that ridiculous guy who slapped me with the truth and told me this thing;

"There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. However bad life may seem, while there is life, there is hope."
— R.C.C