things about citylights keep me fascinated nowadays. perhaps, the addiction started when i first read a passage in the first chapter of murakami's after dark. "our lines of sight chooses an area of concentrated brightness and, focusing there, silently descends to it—a sea of neon colors." how irresistible does that sound? the passage makes me want to be a bird (and since we've got previews of how seeing through a bird's eyes will be from gorgeous shots done by lomo cameras, it will not be that hard to imagine as one).
when night comes, i'll stay on the topmost level of the city's tallest building, and i will watch the sleepless city's blood flowing restlessly in its veins, as the joy radiates alongside euphoria and silent knowings that lie deep in the heart of people.
photography by devina
