“…It has been two years. New York, of course, is constantly in motion and changing itself day by day. I have also change, of course. I am now a college student in a place far away from the city. I’ve recovered from the “incident,” I now could at last be a student and be more concerned with my academics. And yet, as much as we have changed, something about us never diverge. Visiting New York during its most vacant hours, brings back a familiar sense, almost comforting and calm—just like yesterday. I must admit, I wasn’t prepared to leave school after days of shocking my body with patternless sleep schedule just to do it again here, but my soul kept me awake the whole night. It wanted me to get out, it urged me to walk out in the night, in search for that experience that I once was. Unsurprisingly, like a wild animal finding its natural habitat, it bangs on my chest as if it’s trapped in a cage, stopping it from rejoicing with what once gave it its familiarity. That night, as the moon was shining through Dumbo, through a window, a boy sneakily wore his clothes and prepared for his ‘escape.’ “