The Streets

I used to think beauty only lived where the earth was untouched like mountains, and rivers, the places that could still breathe. Cities felt loud and lifeless. But somewhere between the cracks in the sidewalk and the shadows on concrete, I started seeing it: fleeting moments, quiet resilience, humanity pressed up against the concrete jungle.

Turns out cities are alive in different ways. The magic is in the details, the millions of different things going on.

Stimulation from every direction.