a loud night
Night is the time when attitudes of each landscape become clearly visible. I call it the time when the ideals of landscapes are definite. There is a definite boundary between the artificial light, which blinds the eyes, and the bleak darkness that is away from its influence, and due to it, anxiety of landscapes becomes amplified. The anxiety ambiguously conceals something, erasing its shape. However, the more it does so, the landscapes, inside, reveal each of their ideals more and more clearly.