I hate life, I thought. And so in my mind I got out of the house and walked the streets. Alone. At 3am in the morning. It felt good, that expanse of black that makes everything seem homogenous, those parts that weren’t, you could ignore. Nobody could tell you what to do with them, there were no rules. I need to go to a harbour to empty my soul I thought. What happens when your expectations are not the same?