Cities feel like the center of the world. Cogs turning, gears unlocking, life is out loud and in motion. Lights and action constantly rolling on tape– everything is alive, everything is on.
Stand in front of city hall and stare up at the sky and you’re small and large all at once: trapped between concrete walls, but free to look at the clouds and feel far away. The city isn’t just one thing, it’s hundreds. Little worlds running simultaneously, together and apart, coexisting. They never stop, and they hear one another through adjacent walls, timing themselves, harmonizing subconsciously. We’re moving with the city, listening to its beat and living in synchrony. There’s something peaceful about the melody that knows no end.