In the midst of the city’s persistent movement it’s normal to share brief glances. There are no similar faces, and it’s unlikely you’ll ever see the same face twice. What brought them to the city? A city of such distinctive fumes. A stench of diffused trash, bus fuel, cumulus cigarette clouds and grease oozing from competing food on wheels. In the night, from a roof top, you can fit something so vast, so chaotic, so animated in a digital frame. Losing yourself is a desired absence.