Животът през нощта е по-фин,неонови улици са пълни със сласт

Как ще го интерпретирате? Според вас вярно ли е?

Ще постна нещо, което бях писала по темата, но е на английски:

Why of course life is always finer at nights. It gives you a mask, you can sink in the darkness and you can hover undercover, dimmed like a shadow, made almost invisible. However, isn't it fateful that exactly the coverture of night-time aids one reveal their true essence, their innermost intimate sides; night enhances vibrations, it amplifies life by dismantling it back to its finest, purest state. Night is the time of instincts, the rule of the ephemeral, when the deepest, strongest and most powerful manifestations of all beings rise. Night is a living creature, a fierce sly yet fine all-seing mother who calls her children and feasts. The bride of the Beast, the fissure between dimensions, the bearer of secrets and occult ceremonies that shall forever remain sealed in her diary, the obscurity.
Neon streets are full of lust, said you, and I can completely understand it, for I feel it myself, while trying to keep the predator still deep within me, or who am I lying to, I am not even making a mild attempt, for I'm eternally infauated with it.