Everything was loud—even the silence.
This shot happened while my mind was somewhere between noise and numbness.
New York does that to me. It gives too much.
And somehow, not enough.
This wasn’t about making a photo.
It was about keeping up with a place that never slows down—not even for breath.
I didn’t see the figure clearly, not when I took it. But later, it looked like me.
Blurry, tilted, lit from the wrong angle.
Not lost, exactly. Just… drifting.
And maybe that’s what this city asks of you.
Not to belong.
Just to endure its beauty without always understanding it.
