A Ghost Adrift

I love the time like this. When walking through the city you pierce some unseen veil that separates you from the bustling crowds and become invisible. Steps fall in a rhythm counted out by the metronome heart of the city and you suddenly discover the ability to slink through the heaving morass of bodies with cat-like grace. During these quiet moments, when your heart beats in time with the rhythm of the city and suddenly you can move at double speed, even the most introverted among us can’t help but enjoy the cascading, frantic beat of a busy street.

Gez Fry [Artist’s Site]