Written by Charlie Li It is sunset, and shadows stretch through the windows left ajar, approaching my back as softly as time slips through my hands. Â Like fog, he quietly slithers under shut doors, without me noticing until he is everywhere. It is useless trying to impede his approach. He walks secretly behind me, pale illuminating his last sight of loneliness on every pedestrian's face, begging anyone for their acquaintance. His ghostly face, almost swallowed by night, gaze
