The most difficult thing is to tell the truths as they really are; truths made up of loneliness, fear, and darkness. The characterless that was external once, has now become something internal, and the city creates the distressful sense of being repulsed by others. Images are reflections of pains, anxieties, fears, and frustrations. There are no hopes and dreams; no future and no past. Sometimes I feel like giving up everything to cut all the ties with the world of others.