Out on the street, everything feels too much. My body is too visible, too invisible. Strangers blur past or stare too long. Sounds echo too loudly. Lights cut too sharp, and shadows are too impenetrable. Moving through a city becomes a kind of assault — a push and pull between wanting to disappear and aching to be seen. This is the first in a series capturing the restless motion, close encounters, and the anxieties I carry when I collide with a city and its people.
