Walking in the middle of the night, my alter ego feels most energetic at this time of the day. It is absurd. While nobody but a bunch of crazy dancers hang out on the road where no cars speed. People call it YOLO. I call it dancer’s life to the power of uni life. I feel physically tired actually. I am looking at the glittering light of a street lamp, like trying to grasp the meaning behind it while people are laughing in the background.