Motion is everywhere, every person and every movement has purpose. But I view from a distance and the sum is chaos. Sounds and noises, chaos and crowd. Flashes of colors, reflections of light. Every sound calls to me.
Every item sends a message.
A mob of motion circles me and shouts to me. I am pulled by every sign and sound. My head turns from side to side and my eyes dart to take it all in. It is the height of activity, I am in the eye of a hurricane. Yet, one place is different than the others.