Sabrina Fraidenraich
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The Game Sometimes, when it’s the middle of a workday, you can feel the city’s heartbeat. If you’re looking out onto the streets or pizzerias or square office buildings, you’ll notice the rhythm of the subway tunnels echoing madly under the hum of thousands of footsteps on concrete. If you’re like Lucy, you might find yourself staring at the world from a park café, lost in the vibrations of the big apple’s beehive. When the hums grow louder with as the day goes on, people walk faster and notice less. It’s on days like this, when nobody looks back at you, that you get to stare at them.
By Sabrina Fraidenraich5 years ago in Humans
The Game
Sometimes, when it’s the middle of a workday, you can feel the city’s heartbeat. If you’re looking out onto the streets or pizzerias or square office buildings, you’ll notice the rhythm of the subway tunnels echoing madly under the hum of thousands of footsteps on concrete. If you’re like Lucy, you might find yourself staring at the world from a park café, lost in the vibrations of the big apple’s beehive. When the hums grow louder with as the day goes on, people walk faster and notice less. It’s on days like this, when nobody looks back at you, that you get to stare at them.
By Sabrina Fraidenraich5 years ago in Humans
