As the autumn sun sets over the city, commuters flitting over concrete pathways, there is the ebbing, questioning thought of what would happen if you just stood still amidst it all.
Does the concrete conveyer belt keep moving you along, shoved and propped by the arms and elbows of passers by?
Do buildings change shape, perspective running away in front of you as the city stretches and grows?
Does you breathing stop – caught ahead in the bustling crowds and taken?
Don’t forget to stand still.