Around 42nd and 7th
In New York, Times Square attracts so many different people from all over the place. This place gives me illusions or feelings that area has everything from everywhere. The border between people – either political or personal, across race, gender, distance, time we all passed through, things, sounds, smell, emotions and all kind of activities merging all together making one big stream on the street.
Everybody has their own concept of values and just doing their own things. All those experiences for people who stood there could be one limited special moment or just a part of negligible mundane life.
It makes me wonder, where are they going? Where are they coming from? what reflects in their eyes? what do they have in their mind?