I just moved to New York, which means my brain is in total sponge mode. What's this for? Why is that there? Where does that tunnel go? How do I get from this train to that restaurant? Are we going north or south? Are those people tourists or locals? Do I look like a fool, looking up at everything? What is normal here?
I'm surprised how visual this city is. You can see its history and its secrets as glimpses of things from another time.
It all moves like a circulatory system, breathing and swarming, bustling without bumping too much. Moving and grooving. Commuters dancing to different songs with the same rhythm. Dead things, living things.
I'm amazed at how easy it is to find things. Rare things are not all that rare, maybe just scarce in other places. Here, I don't need to stock up on anything except energy and attention, hard to make in a city with so many centers. Eyes and ears. Things to look at and get lost in.
New York is design at work. A network of networks. Human hopes and wants, serging into a web that loops us right back in. We built this. This builds us. The spaces we make shape how we move within them. Rewire, reframe.