The night was created for monsters.

Now that it's winter and the sun isn't a problem anymore, I've been going out more often.

Terrible idea. People tend to look at me with faces that I've been able to decipher a few sentences from with my poor hand-reading skills, and this is what I got out of them:

It's supposed to be daytime, there are plenty of normal, good-hearted people out there wanting to hang out without having to put up with these kinds of creatures of the night here and there! Go back home and wait for nighttime!

It's like nighttime is for them a space where the strange and grotesque can be allowed on urban streets without any problem; like a period of time where monsters can come out and be themselves, because "nice people" are supposed to be sleeping or preparing the last rituals for bedtime, while monsters can take advantage of it to assert our right to urban freedom.

And you know what? It doesn't bother me at all; On the contrary, I love it in a certain way.

After all, that's what the night was created for, monsters.