Each moment lived on the streets of New York charges the next; our actions reflect off each other as we’re squeezed by the crowds and the sirens and the traffic into evolving life. Street life. And yet, even as we bounce off each other, sometimes literally, amid the jackhammers and the horns and semi-constant state of emergency, you may find that it can all be a kind of shield, a protection that allows you to feel as if you were for a moment alone - alone in the cloud chamber of New York.
