Italy at night was otherworldly. Walking the narrow ally ways was unsettling, yet filled me with some strange sort of excitement too. I knew no one there and was content with being a ghost to them. I stepped through each archway, not knowing what to expect but loving every thrilling second. The dimly lit streets seemed desolate, each isolated from the other as if they were separate rooms in a grand castle. There was no need for me to take photos of this experience, soaking the erie feeling in and inhaling the humid summer air. I felt no drive snap a photograph until this moment. I turned left and was assaulted with an overwhelming feeling. It was somewhere between extreme loneliness and profound hope. The people walking away, not looking back at what they were leaving behind, and the constant reassuring street lights mixed in the oddest way. To this day, I still don’t know what emotion I felt, I just knew I had to capture it and hold it forever.