I’s story is really a personal diary. Too shy to create a ‘blog’ the author prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the printed word. This is her story. I finds herself, in her late twenties bordering on the melancholic. She cannot avoid it, repetition and monotony dope her mind. One night she refuses to be pinned in her flat by her darkening mood so takes a walk through the city, alone, after midnight… Thus begins a record of a double life: by day predictable, by night anything but… This is the escape that many of us fantasize about but few dare to live out.